There was a restraint in her manner, which even his cheeriness was unable to break down. He could feel a sense of crisis in the atmosphere.
“And Wynne?”
“He’s out.”
“Out to lunch?”
“Yes.”
“Brain storm!—we’ll go out too.”
“You and I?”
“As ever is! Get yer hat.”
Eve hesitated. “I—”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t a hat.”