"You've been asleep. We're nearly home."
He turned in at the drive of Upton House. He let her get out of the car unassisted.
Gladys was at the door; her eyes were anxious.
"I thought you must have had an accident," she said. She caught
Christine's hand. "You're fearfully late."
"We had tea at Heston," Christine said. She ran into the house.
Kettering looked at the elder girl.
"You would not come," he said. "Don't you care for motoring?"
"No." She came down the steps and stood beside him. "Mr. Kettering, may I say something?"
He looked faintly surprised.
"May you! Why, of course!"