"Of course I should not like that," she pondered. "But I do not see what else we can do for you. Oh, and that reminds me! I drove over to Littledean yesterday—Miles, my love, will you be so kind as to fetch me my hat? I protest, the sun—"
"We will move more into the shade," said her disobliging husband.
"Oh, well! 'tis of no account, though I did hear that Brown was wanting to speak to you about the new cob—"
"'Tis prodigious thoughtful of you, Molly, but I met Brown some time ago."
Lady O'Hara gave it up.
"Well, as I was saying, Jack, I went to call at Horton House. Dear me, what a beautiful girl Diana is, to be sure!"
Carstares tried to think of something to say, and failing, made a non-committal sound.
"Yes. They both sent their kind wishes, and hoped you were better. Goodness! 'tis very close here. I wonder if you will give me your arm round the garden? And would you fetch me my hat? I left it in the hall, I think. Thank you very much!"
She waited until he was out of earshot before she turned to her husband.
"Now, Miles, you must please to stay where you are. I am not going to do anything indiscreet."