Owen came back to the hotel at about half-past six, tired, excited, a little guilty, and a good deal distressed at having let Kate go alone. And now the whole thing was over, rather dreary in spirit.
“Oh, how did you get on?” he cried, the moment he saw her, afraid almost like a boy of his own sin of omission.
“I got on perfectly. Went to Sanborn’s for tea, and had strawberry shortcake—so good!”
“Oh, good for you!” he laughed in relief. “Then you weren’t too much overcome! I’m so glad. I had such awful qualms after I’d let you go. Imagined all the things that are supposed to happen in Mexico—chauffeur driving away with you into some horrible remote region, and robbing you and all that—but then I knew really you’d