"No, no. I'll not go to him."
He came and looked again at the motor car that had brought her. It interested him as keenly as before.
"That's for him to go about the country in, because he's standing for
Parliament," explained Sabina.
But his anger was spent. He heeded her no more, and even the fact that his father owned the car did not modify his deep interest.
He rode a mile or two with her when she started to return and remained silent and rapt for the few minutes of the experience.
His mother tried to use the incident.
"If you was to be good and patient and let the right thing be done, I daresay in a few years you'd rise to having a motor of your own," she said, when they stopped and he started to trudge back.
"If ever I do, I'll get it for myself," he answered. "And when you're old, I'll drive you about, very likely."
He left her placidly, and it was understood that in a month he would return to her as soon as she had determined on their immediate future.
For herself she knew that it would be necessary to deceive him, yet feared to attempt it after the recent conversation. She felt uneasily proud of him.