He turned his head aside, and was silent.
"Aren't you taking luggage?" Lady Dauntrey inquired of Mary.
"Yes. I have a small trunk and a hand-bag with me."
"Where are they?"
"In the room of the concierge at Mrs. Winter's."
"Let me think a minute," said Eve. "Why should we wait for a train? There's sure not to be one when we want it. We have no luggage, and you say your trunk is small. We might hire a carriage and drive. It would be much pleasanter. Perhaps you can lend me a few things for to-night?"
"Of course," Mary answered, trying to be cordial.
"How good you are to us!" Eve exclaimed. "We can never be grateful enough. Dauntrey, will you go on to the railway station and order a commissionnaire to fetch Mary's things from the Winters' house? He can bring them back to the station in his cart."
"Why shouldn't we pick the things up on our way, if we're to have a carriage?" her husband argued.
"Because my plan's the best," she insisted. "We must eat before we start. There won't be much food in the villa, as Mary's paying a surprise visit. We'll go to a little hotel by the station. I'm frozen, and food will do us all good. By the time we're ready to start the man will have brought the luggage."