Then he went to the carriage and forced a smile.
“A little delay,” he said, cheerfully. “Would you like to get out for a quarter of an hour, darling?”
Una shook her head.
“I do not care”; but Mrs. Davenant looked at her and spoke out.
“Yes, Stephen,” she said. “My dear, you are half frozen.”
Stephen went to the window of the inn and looked into the room, then went back.
“Come,” he said. “There is a pleasant fire. A rest and the warmth will do you good. Come,” and, wrapping a huge fur round her, he took her on his arm and entered the inn.
Mrs. Davenant followed into the room. A fire was burning in the old-fashioned grate. Stephen drew a chair near to the welcome blaze and led Una to it. White and indifferent she sat and looked at the flames.
“It is only for a few minutes, darling, then we shall be off. Come, drink some of this,” and he held a glass of hot spirit and water to her hand.
Una shook her head.