He could not help overhearing the few words that passed between Hunt and Miss Sherwood.
"Thank you ever so much," she said in her even voice.

"Then you're coming ?" "I promised, didn't I ?" "Then good-bye." "Good-bye." They shook hands friendly enough, but rather formally, and Miss Sherwood turned to the house.

Hunt called to Larry: "Come here, son." Larry crossed to the big painter who was standing beside the power-bulged hood of his low-swung car.
"Happened to drop in where she was--brought her home--aunt following in that hearse with its five-foot cushions she always rides in," Hunt explained.

And then: "Well, I suppose you've got to give me the once-over.

Hurry up, and get it done with." Larry obeyed.