"On a `rest-seeking expedition'?" she repeated. "Doctor
Burns, are you sure you hadn't better go on that alone?
Suppose I chatter all the way?"

He smiled. "You're not a chatterer. And I don't want to go
alone. I haven't had a chance for an hour with you for a
month, I think. This is the only way I can get it. Will you
go?"

"You provoke my curiosity. Yes, I think I'll go. I've been
shopping all the morning and I deserve a reward of rest, if
you're sure you know where to find it."

He turned the Imp abruptly aside from the boulevard leading
out of town down which they had been speeding. He made a
detour of certain side streets which brought him up before a
small side establishment bearing a sign which set forth an
alluring invitation to motoring parties in need of food. He
disappeared therein, and was absent for the space of a full
twenty minutes. When he returned he was followed by a waiter
with a hamper to whose bestowal in the back of the car he
looked carefully.

As they sped away again, Burns turned to his companion, a
smile of anticipation on his face, to meet a glance of some
apprehension.

"You're not repenting your rash trust of me already, are you?"
he demanded.