She gave him a friendly smile, and waited without the smallest sign of uneasiness for him to speak.
"What have you come here for ?" he demanded gruffly at length.
"I'll tell you," said Gracie readily.

She went close to him, confidingly close, looking straight into the formidable grey eyes.

"You see, it was my idea.

Pat didn't want to come, but I made him." "Forward young minx!" commented Sir Beverley.
Gracie laughed at the compliment.
Piers, smoking his cigarette behind her, stood ready to take her part, but quite obviously she was fully equal to the occasion.
"Yes, I know," she agreed, with disarming amiability.

"But it wouldn't have mattered a bit if you hadn't found out who it was.