"Not so very," he replied.
They both waited for Hilda to get out. But Hilda shut the door of the car and sat tight.
"This is my sister Hilda. Won't you come and speak to her? Hilda! This is Mr. Mellors."
The keeper lifted his hat, but went no nearer.
"Do walk down to the cottage with us, Hilda," Connie pleaded. "It's not far."
"What about the car?"
"People do leave them on the lanes. You have the key."
Hilda was silent, deliberating. Then she looked backwards down the lane.
"Can I back round that bush?" she said.
"Oh, yes!" said the keeper.