She quickened her pace somewhat at sight of the car, and its occupant leaned forward with an imperious motion of the hand. Her pale face gleamed behind her veil.
"Miss Moore, I believe?" she said, in her slightly insolent tones.
Juliet came to the side of the car. The sun beat down upon her uncovered head. She smiled a welcome.
"How do you do? How kind of you to come and see me! I am sorry I wasn't here to receive you, but it was so glorious down on the shore that I stayed to dry my hair. Do come in!"
"Oh, I can't—really!" protested Mrs. Fielding. "I shall die if I don't get a little air. I thought perhaps you would like to come for a little spin with me. But I suppose that is out of the question."
"My hair is quite dry," said Juliet. "It won't take me long to put it up.
I should like to come with you very much."
"I can't wait," said Mrs. Fielding plaintively. "This heat is so fearful—and the glare! I will go for a short round, and come back for you if you like."
"Thank you," said Juliet. "I can be ready in five minutes."
"I should be grilled by that time," declared Mrs. Fielding. "Jack, we will go round by the station and back by the church. It is only three miles. We can do that easily. In five minutes then, Miss Moore!"
"Look out for the schoolchildren!" exclaimed Juliet almost involuntarily. "They are sure to be all over the road."