"I echo that wish most decidedly," muttered De Forrest. "The whole evening has been like a nightmare."
"I am sorry my expedition has been a source of wretchedness to every one," said Lottie, coldly.
"Not every one, I'm sure," said Hemstead. "Certainly not to me. Besides, your expedition has made a pastor and a whole parish happy, and I also dimly foresee a seat in Congress for Harcourt as a result."
"Very dimly indeed," laughed Harcourt. "Still,—now that our necks are safe, thanks to Mr. Hemstead, I'm glad I went. Human nature lies on the surface out at Scrub Oaks, and one can learn much about it in a little while. Come, little coz, cheer up," he said to Addie, drawing her closer to him. "See, we are down the hill and across the bridge. No danger of the horses running up the long hill before us, and by the time they reach the top they will be glad to go the rest of the way quietly."
"You had better take the reins again, Mr. Harcourt," said Hemstead.
"O Mr. Hemstead, please drive," cried the ladies, in chorus.
"No," said he; "Mr. Harcourt is as good a driver as I am. It was only a question of strength before."
"The majority is against me," laughed Harcourt. "I won't drive any more to-night. You take my place."
"Well, if you all wish it; but there's no need."
"Let me come over, too, and sit between you and Bel," said Addie, eagerly.