Part 7 (1/2)
”I've never been in a motor before.”
”What?”
”I really haven't. Don't talk: I want to enjoy it.”
Seeing that the girl was disinclined for speech, he increased the pace.
Mavis was quite disappointed at the short time it took to reach the station. They got out, when Mavis learned that she had twenty minutes to wait. She was sorry, as she disliked the ardent way in which Lowther looked at her. She answered his remarks in monosyllables.
”I'm afraid you're no end angry with me,” he said presently.
”Why?” she said coldly.
”Because I punished Jill for disobedience.”
”It was cruel of you.”
”I made sure she was worrying you.”
”Indeed!”
”But it was almost worth while to upset you, you looked so fine when you were angry.”
”Did it frighten you?” she asked half scornfully.
”Almost. You looked just like a young tigress.”
”I've been told that before.”
”Then you often get angry?”
”If I'm annoyed. But it's soon over.”
”I go up to town sometimes,” he said presently.
”How clever of you!”
”I go up to my club--the Junior Const.i.tutional. May I look you up when I run up next?”
”Here's the train coming in.”
”Bother! It's so nice talking to you. I'm no end of sorry the mater isn't taking you on.”
”I am too,” replied Mavis, who, at once, saw the meaning that Lowther might misread into her words.
”Can I look you up when next I'm in town?” he asked eagerly.
”Oh yes, you can look me up,” she replied diffidently.