‘How?’ she asked simply. ‘I did nothing.’
‘Most women would have fainted or screamed, and then there is no knowing what might not have happened.’ He added, as she made no remark: ‘Can I be of any assistance? Have you far to go? I suppose you must have miscalculated your distances.’
‘Why?’ she asked, in reference to the last remark.
‘Oh, it’s so late, that’s all.’
‘It is,’ she said, as though the fact had just struck her. ‘Yes, I must have miscalculated my distances. Fortunately, I have only about a mile more. You see the yellow house on the hill towards Hockliffe? That is my destination.’
‘You are Miss Craig?’ he said inquiringly.
‘I am. You belong, then, to these parts?’
‘I happen to know the name of the owner of Queen’s Farm, that is all,’ he admitted cautiously.
‘I am much obliged for your sympathy,’ she said. ‘I shall walk home, and send a horse for the car to-morrow morning.’
‘I could tow it behind my car,’ he suggested.