Blue Bonnet edged away. “I—think I’d better be going now; I’m afraid it’s late.”
“It’s been a short morning, hasn’t it?” Alec said. “They’re rather long, sometimes.”
“You’ll come over soon?” Blue Bonnet asked, as they reached the stile again.
“Indeed I will,” Alec promised.
“Good-bye,” Blue Bonnet called, as she ran across the lawn and through the garden to the side door. In the hall she met Aunt Lucinda.
“My dear,” Miss Clyde said, something very like annoyance in her voice, “where have you been all the morning?”
Blue Bonnet flushed. “Over to the next place most of the time, Aunt Lucinda.”
“You have been with Alec Trent?”
“Yes, Aunt Lucinda.”
“You have not attended to your unpacking yet?”