“I have to go to do some shopping in Goeberlin, so, if you please, I will drive you there,” she said.
“I thank you very much. But suppose you let me take the reins; would not that be more fitting?” he inquired as he stepped into the carriage.
“As you please. But I am used to driving,” she said as she surrendered the “ribbons.”
That drive up and down hill, through the tender, budding April woods, remained a pleasant episode of life in the memory of Will Harcourt.
When they reached Logwood there was a full hour to spare before the train was due.
“Now,” said Margaret, “will you go around with me on my shopping expedition, or shall you go directly to the depot?”
“To the depot, if you please,” said Harcourt, for he thought that his company might really be an embarrassment to the young woman on such an occasion.
They drove to the little wayside group of sheds that did duty as a depot, and Harcourt got out, thanked the young lady for the lift, took leave of her, and went into the station to buy his ticket and wait for the train.
It promised to be a weary waiting, so he went out and walked up and down the platform for exercise. He had not passed more than twenty minutes in this manner when suddenly he saw Margaret Wythrop driving back toward the station and waving a letter in her hand.
He hastened to meet her.