"Go as far as you can," he said.
And followed it with:
"Don't be a self-conscious ass."
He smiled whimsically.
"Glad to have run into you—George."
The driver had noticed Lambert. The automobile glided nearer.
"I—I've got to get away," George said, hastily. "I don't want your sister to see me."
Lambert turned. His voice, in turn, was a trifle threatening.
"That's all nonsense. She's forgotten all about you; she wouldn't know you from Adam."
George couldn't help staring. What a contrast the two young women offered! He wanted to realize that he actually looked at Sylvia Planter, Sylvia of the flesh, Sylvia who had expressed for him an endless contempt. But he couldn't help seeing also the golden hair and the soft colouring of Betty Alston.