Chapter XXXIIICharles did his duty by Miss Greta Wilson for a couple of hours. He let her drive and entertained her to the best of his ability. She talked continuously.
‘Margaret was rather odd this morning. Charles, didn’t you think Margaret was rather odd this morning? I did. Do you think she was angry because of my going away?’
‘I think she’ll be able to bear up without you.’
‘What a frightfully horrid thing to say! I don’t like you a bit when you say things like that. Archie never says things like that.’ She giggled and swerved dangerously right across the road. ‘Charles, why does it do that?’
Charles kept a steadying hand on the wheel.
‘Keep your eye on the road,’ he said sternly.
‘I only looked at you,’ said Greta in an injured voice. ‘Archie likes to have me look at him. Yeste
