"You're not cold?"
"No, thank you."
"Nor tired?"
"No, not tired."
"But something is the matter?"
"I'm worrying," confessed the child.
"What about, little one?"
"I'm not sure if I ought to have spoken to you, or have come with you, after all."
To save his life, Hugh could not have helped laughing, though it was evidently a matter of serious importance. "What, do you think we ought to have a chaperon?" he asked. "Paul's in the tonneau, you know; and he's a most discreet chap."
"I don't know what a chaperon is," said Rosemary. "But will you promise not to be angry if I ask you something, and will you promise to answer, honour bright?"