“Ah, well, we’ll see.”
When they got back to shore it was half-past one.
“You will come and have some luncheon with us?” said Sheila when they had gone up the steps and into the King’s road.
“Will that lady be there?”
“Mrs. Lorraine? Yes.”
“Then I’ll come some other time.”
“But why not come now?” said Sheila. “It is not necessary that you will see us only to speak about those things we have been talking over?”
“Oh, no, not at all. If you and Mr. Lavender were by yourselves, I should come at once.”
“And are you afraid of Mrs. Lorraine?” said Sheila, with a smile. “She is a very nice lady, indeed: you have no cause to dislike her.”
“But I don’t want to meet her, Sheila, that is all,” he said; and she knew well, by the precision of his manner, that there was no use trying to persuade him further.