I hired the best-looking car I could find, and it will be here in a minute.

I told myself I had earned a day with you, and I wouldn't spoil it by permitting you to drive.

I've so much to talk to you about--business of all sorts--that I scarcely know where to begin." Now "Bob" had expected to drive to the Northwest Extension with Gray; nothing else had been in her mind; her field clothing was even laid out ready for a quick change, but a sudden contrariness took hold of her; she experienced a shy perversity that she could not explain.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I--can't go.

I simply can't," she declared.
He was so obviously disappointed that her determination gained strength; she was surprised at her own mendacity when she explained the utter impossibility of leaving the office, and told a circumstantial fib about a title that had to be closed with people from out of town.
The more she talked the more panicky she became at thought of being for hours alone with this forceful, this magnetic, this overwhelming person.

Strange, in view of the fact that she had been looking forward to it for days! In order finally to get him away before she could change her mind, she promised to hurry through her affairs and then drive out and bring him home.