“A lightning conductor!” Anne said mockingly. “I believe I should have preferred you at a greater distance, for if we had come to grief, you would certainly have been on the top of us.”
“I am afraid you are very wet?” He eyed her anxiously.
“Nothing to mind. But the others? Ought they not to be in sight?”
He felt a twinge of shame.
“I think they ought. I will go back and see.”
Mrs Martyn called after him that she was sure they would be here in a moment, and that it was only because their ponies were not so good that they were behind, but he was already running back. She shrugged her shoulders discontentedly.
“Manners!” she exclaimed. “Tell the man to go on, Anne. I don’t mean to wait in the road for Mr Wareham’s pleasure.”
Anne said coolly—
“Why should you? Besides, he belongs to them.”
“Belongs? Nonsense! Do you suppose he thinks of marrying that child?” She took off her felt hat, and shook the wet from it.