She tucked a confiding hand in his arm, and gave a little skip. “Very well, I will do as you tell me. I’m very glad I met you: we are having a splendid adventure, are we not?”
Sir Richard’s lips twitched. Suddenly he burst out laughing, standing still in the middle of the road, while Pen doubtfully surveyed him.
“But what is the matter with you?” she asked.
“Never mind!” he said, his voice still unsteady with mirth. “Of course we are having a splendid adventure!”
“Well, I think we are,” she said, stepping out beside him again. “Piers will be so surprised when he sees me!”
“I should think he would be,” agreed Sir Richard. “You are quite sure that you don’t regret coining in search of him, I suppose?”
“Oh yes, quite! Why, Piers is my oldest friend! Didn’t I tell you that we made a vow to be married?”
“I have some recollection of your doing so,” he admitted. “But I also recollect that you said you hadn’t seen him for five years.”
“No, that is true, but it doesn’t signify in the least, I assure you.”
“I see,” said Sir Richard, keeping his inevitable reflections to himself.