“Oh yes!”
“Most likely we are all wrong.”
“One can’t tell—nobody here ever knows what’s going to happen next. Suppose we walk across to that clump?”
“Well—” began her companion, turning reluctantly. The next moment she exclaimed, “Here comes the Thorntons’ carriage; we can ask them.”
Instinctively Claudia longed to break away, but, instead of doing so, stood still and tried to look indifferent. Mrs Thornton was driving Miss Arbuthnot, and, before there was time for inquiry, called out—
“You’re going the wrong way. You should make for that mound.” She flourished her whip.
“Who told you so?”
“Captain Fenwick. He looked in to say that would be the best place.”
“Really?”
“So sorry we can’t give you a lift!”