"I mustn't wait. I've to go on to Claughton."
"Are you in such a hurry? You once said you could bicycle to the Manor in twenty minutes."
"Did I? Oh, I couldn't quite have meant that. It takes half-an-hour at least—and more! And I ought to get back in time to practice."
Bee went to the davenport, where she hunted out the address and wrote it down.
"Will that do—without a note?"
"Oh yes, thanks!"
Magda stood up, and Bee came close, studying her gravely.
"You used not to seem so impatient to be off!"
"I've got to take mother's note."
"Yes, I know—but it is quite early still." Bee sat down, and a light touch on Magda's wrist somehow made her do the same. "I don't think there can be such terrific haste, that you cannot spare a few minutes. I want to ask you what has been the matter lately?"