But glancing at him as they drove on, Chris was able to see, even in the twilight which was fast closing in, that his face was distorted and drawn with a strong emotion.
And the emotion was fear.
CHAPTER XX. MR. BRADFIELD WELCOMES AN OLD FRIEND.
It was impossible for Chris not to be struck by the change in Mr. Bradfield’s face, impossible for her to avoid the supposition that this change was caused by the sight of the shabby man who stood on one side as the dog-cart went by, and called to “John Bradfield” by name.
Her companion was too shrewd not to know this. He turned to her, therefore, and said:
“That was a narrow squeak. Never had such a fright in my life as that fellow gave me; I thought I’d run over him.”
Chris was deceived by this speech, and she said, innocently:
“He knew you, Mr. Bradfield. He called to you by name!”