“Nothing definite; only uncertainties and possibilities.”
Joan sighed heavily.
“Try not to think for a little while. Look at that coating of hoar-frost on the trees. Cannot you enjoy this?”
There was no enjoyment in Joan’s face. She looked from side to side with a weary indifference, and at last said—
“Are you taking me home?”
“I had not made up my mind whether to turn that way. Would you like to see Aunt Dulcibel and Nessie?”
“I don’t care.”
Leo seemed to be debating the point. When they reached a certain turn, which would have led them round by the Hall, he said nothing to the driver, and they went straight on. Something of relief appeared in Joan’s face; but presently she said—
“There’s another turning that would do as well.”
“Yes. Better for you to have a good round first,” Leo replied.