“Evans,” Jane scolded, “you need a guardian. Don’t you know that you shouldn’t sit out in such weather as this?”
“I’m not cold.”
She presented him to Frederick. “Won’t you come in, Mr. Towne?”
But he would not. He would call her up. Jane stood on the porch and watched him go down the steps. He waved to her when he reached his car.
“Oh, Evans,” she said, “I’ve had such a day.”
They went into the house together. Jane lighted the lamp. “Can’t you dine with us?”
“I hoped you might ask me. Mother is staying with a sick friend. If I go home, I shall sup on bread and milk.”
“Sophy’s chops will be much better.” She held her flowers up to him. “Isn’t the fragrance heavenly?”
“Towne gave them to you?”
She nodded. “Oh, I’ve been very grand and gorgeous—lunch at the Chevy Chase club—a long drive afterward——” she broke off. “Evans, you look half-frozen. Sit here by the fire and get warm.”