"I really beg your pardon," apologised Scott. "Awfully stupid of me. Of course, I shall be delighted to stay to luncheon."
As he was leaving early in the afternoon, Pat hurried after him to intercept the car.
"Take me down to the village with you, Mr. Scott?"
"Indeed I will."
She jumped in. "I don't want to go to the village," said she in quite a different tone, as the car took the curve. "I want to talk."
"It's a worthy ambition. So do I. Where shall we go?"
"Anywhere."
He whirled the car around an abrupt corner and headed for the open country.
"I cried that night after the concert," Pat informed him. She was staring straight in front of her.