“Why do you think I should be a doctor?” tucking a warm rug cosily round her, in a leisurely fashion.
“Only because I thought perhaps you were obliged to go, in spite of your chauffeur being ill.”
“I was obliged to go, but I’m not a doctor.”
They started forward again, but the pace was noticeably slower.
“I hope you don’t mind going slowly, it is so difficult to steer in te dark?”
Hal was perfectly aware he had not found it so difficult before, but she only said lightly:
“Anything to keep safe from another mishap. I might have to walk home next time.”
“Or stay at an inn with me!...” with an amused laugh. “What would Brother Dudley do then?”
“Have brain fever first, I expect, then creeping paralysis, then sleeping sickness.”
He chuckled with enjoyment, and presently remarked: “I don’t think you treat Dudley respectfully enough if he is an affectionate elder brother.”