Gerard hastily turned into the wretched travesty of a road.
"I beg your pardon; I only wondered if you were quite certain of the route," he apologized.
There ensued a period of silence. The little car slipped and wallowed through sliding mud and yellow puddles.
"I hope you do not drive here, yourself," Gerard observed.
"Do you think I should be afraid?"
"I think you might have serious trouble. There is a deep ditch on either side, while the road is both narrow and slippery."
"I can drive anywhere. Ask Corrie."
"I suspect he is a biassed judge. But I should not have believed he would let you drive here."
"He——I never did except in dry weather. I knew you would not mind any road and could drive in anything, so it did not matter."
"Please consider the compliment more than appreciated, mademoiselle," Gerard smiled. "There is going to be a splash when we strike that puddle ahead; had you not better draw in your frock?"