"Am I?" he asked, mildly surprised. "I hadn't noticed. I suppose I am. It's raining."
"I should think it was," said I. And then we both laughed. It is the nicest thing, to laugh with Sir Lionel! Whatever he might have done against me, I forgave him all instantly.
"Never mind whether I'm wet or dry," he went on. "Whichever I am, it won't hurt me. The only thing that has hurt was thinking of you being here—abandoned. By Jove!—I've been in a murderous mood!"
"A good thing you weren't back in Bengal," said I, mildly.
He looked at me with a sharp look. "Who has been telling you tales about me in Bengal?"
"I sometimes read newspapers," I explained.
"Schoolgirls have no business with newspapers. But hang Bengal! I want to come to an understanding with you. Is it true or is it not that you wanted to go with the Tyndals in their motor to-day?"
"I wanted to, if you wanted me to."
"I didn't. I hated the idea. But, of course, if you——"
"I didn't. I hated the idea. But I thought your motor was too full for such hilly country."