“Going for the ride then?” he asked knowingly.
“Oh, yes. By the way, has that luggage of mine come in yet?”
“No. They ought to have been back long before now.”
“That’s a nuisance. My sister has to do without her habit.”
“She looks very charming,” he replied, with a bow.
“What time must we be back for that train?”
“Six o’clock. But why not ride to Solden, it’s not more than twenty miles or so. You could take the train there.”
“Oh, no. We’re going the other way.”
“Are you ever coming, Bob?” asked Volna, sharply.
He stepped aside with another significant shrug of the shoulders and with a laugh I rode off.