"You wouldn't--you couldn't drive down with us, could you ?" "Have you plenty of room ?" he enquired.
"Plenty," she declared eagerly.

"Mr.Draconmeyer and I are alone." For a moment Hunterleys hesitated.

Then he caught the smile upon the face of the man he detested.
"Thank you," he said, "I don't think I can desert Lane." She stiffened at once.

Her good night was almost formal.

Hunterleys stepped into the car which Richard had brought up.