"Then they know what you are doing?"
"Pablo knows."
"And Margaret?"
"No, Margaret doesn't know. I should have told her, of course, if I could have seen her, or rather, if I could have seen her, I should not have come out at all. But that was the trouble—I couldn't see her; she has been shut up in Mrs. Rutherford's room ever since early this morning, and there's no prospect, according to Looth, of seeing her until to-morrow."
"Yes, I feared my aunt was going to have one of her bad days."
"Of course I'm sorry, but that doesn't make the hours any shorter, that I know of; there was no one to speak to; even you were away. You have the advantage of being able to leave the house whenever you like, and staying out forever."
"Well, I've turned up now."
"I don't want you now; I've 'turned up' myself. Where are you going, may I ask in my turn?"
"Going to drive you home."
"Not if you intend to tie that horse of yours at the back of the phaeton, where he will nibble my shoulders all the way. But I'm not going home yet; haven't I told you how dull it was there? I'm going on."