"It's so much easier," and sure enough she did as soon as they were well within the hearing of Miss Westlake, at the hotel.
"Oh, Sam," she called, turning in the doorway, "you have my gloves in your pocket." Miss Westlake stiffened like an icicle, and a stern resolve came upon her.

Whatever happened, she saw her duty plainly before her.

She had introduced Mr.Turner to Miss Hastings, and she was responsible.

It was her moral obligation to rescue him from the clutches of that designing young person, and she immediately reminded him that she had an engagement to give him a tennis lesson every day.

There was still time for a set before dinner.