"Then I might run beside you, holding on to your stirrup. My ancestors always went into battle like that. We are still good runners."
Charles turned over some more pages of his timetable.
"There is a 10.41," he announced.
"Just when I shall be getting to like you," I sighed.
"Molly and I have to be off by ten. If you caught the 10.41, you would want to leave here by a quarter past."
"I shouldn't want to leave," I said reproachfully; "I should go with the greatest regret."
"The 9.25, of course, gets you up to town much earlier."
"Some such idea, no doubt, would account for its starting before the 10.41. What have you at about 4.30?"
"If you don't mind changing at Plimton, there's a 10.5——"
I got up and lit my candle.