"What time?"
"I'll call for you at two—If that will do."
They had reached the house again now; Christine got out of the car and stood for a moment with one foot on the step looking up at Kettering.
There was a little silence.
"How long have we known each other?" he asked suddenly.
She looked up startled—she made a rapid calculation.
"Nearly three weeks, isn't it?" she said then.
He laughed.
"It seems longer; it seems as if I must have known you all my life."
The words were ordinary enough, but the look in his eyes brought the swift colour to Christine's cheeks—her eyes fell.