"Hello," called out Mr. Twist, putting on the brakes so hard that the Ford skidded sideways along the road towards them.
"Hello," said the young man cheerfully, waving his stick.
"Hello," said Anna-Felicitas mildly, watching his sidelong approach with complacent interest.
She had no hat on, and had evidently escaped from Mrs. Bilton just as she was. Escaped, however, was far too violent a word Mr. Twist felt; sauntered from Mrs. Bilton better described her effect of natural and comfortable arrival at the place where she was.
"I didn't know you were here," said Mr. Twist addressing her when the car had stopped. He felt it was a lame remark. He had torrents of things he wanted to say, and this was all that came out.
Anna-Felicitas considered it placidly for a moment, and came to the conclusion that it wasn't worth answering, so she didn't.
"Going into the town?" inquired Elliott pleasantly.
"Yes. I'll give you a lift."
"No thanks. I've just come from there."
"I see. Then you'd better come with me," said Mr. Twist to Anna-Felicitas.