“Yes.”
“You did quite right,” said Sir Richard.
“Well, I think I did.”
“Not a doubt of it. Why Holborn?”
“I told you,” replied Miss Creed patiently. “I am going to get on the Bristol coach.”
“Oh! Why Bristol?”
“Well, I’m not going to Bristol precisely, but my house is in Somerset, and I have a very great friend there. I haven’t seen him for nearly five years, but we used to play together, and we pricked our fingers—mixing the blood, you know—and we made a vow to marry one another when we were grown-up.”
This is all very romantic,” commented Sir Richard.
“Yes, isn’t it?” said Miss Creed enthusiastically. “You are not married, are you?”
“No. Oh, my God!”