I'll go home directly after lunch and set things moving and be here in the car at three thirty.

We can see the trees and smell the ferns and watch the sun set before we have to change for dinner.

I'm dying to do that." No arguments or objections were put forward.
This impetuous young thing must have her way.
And when the car drove away from the Plaza a few minutes after the appointed time Joan was as excited as a child, Mrs.Harley quite certain that she had forgotten her sponge bag and her bedroom slippers, and George Harley betting on a time that would put more lines on his face.
There was certainly more than a touch of irony in Joan's gladness to go back so soon to the cage from which she had escaped with such eagerness.
There had been no word and no sign of Martin.
But as Joan had run upstairs Gilbert Palgrave had come out from the drawing-room and put himself deliberately in her way.
"I can't stay now, Gilbert," she had said.

"I'm going into the country, and I haven't half a second to spare.

I'm so sorry." He had held his place.