you weren't feeling very well or something. Of course, if it was the Exchange…"
"They sort of buzz and blow, don't you know," he explained helpfully.
"That must be most fearfully jolly for them," she agreed. And there was silence for the next two miles…
Once or twice he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, taking in every detail of the sweet profile so near to him. Except for their first meeting at the Carlton, it was the only time he had ever had her completely to himself, and Hugh was determined to make the most of it. He felt as if he could go on driving for ever, just he and she alone. He had an overwhelming longing to put out his hand and touch a soft tendril of hair which was blowing loose just behind her ear; he had an overwhelming longing to take her in his arms, and…It was then that the girl turned and looked at him. The car swerved dangerously…
"Let's stop," she said, with the suspicion of a smile. "Then you can tell me."
Hugh drew into the side of the road, and switched off the engine.
"You're not fair," he remarked, and if the girl saw his hand trembling a little as he opened the door, she gave no sign. Only her breath came a shade faster, but a mere man could hardly be expected to notice such a trifle as that…
He came and stood beside her, and his right arm lay along the seat just behind her shoulders.
"You're not fair," he repeated gravely. "I
