“How lovely!” she exclaimed involuntarily. “How smart they look.”
“I am indeed very proud of them,” Bertram said. “All the same, if you prefer it, I have a motor car.”
“I much prefer horses,” Gardenia told him, “but I am afraid I cannot come for a drive today. Aunt Lily has planned to take me – ”
She was going to say where they were going, but changed her mind. “ – out with her.”
“You have seen your aunt?” Lord Hartcourt asked her.
Gardenia felt that again he was querying her reception and, recalling how greatly she had resented his advice the night before, she answered rather stiffly.
“Of course. I am glad to say Aunt Lily is delighted to see me. I am going to stay here with her.”
It seemed to her and she did not understand why, that on the last words Lord Hartcourt’s face altered.
