Once more Mrs. Carnby looked at him.
"I'll go with you," she said suddenly. "I haven't had a chance to see how your machine runs, as yet, and, besides, every one of these lazy people will be wanting to take a nap presently. I know them of old. I never nap myself. It's a fattening habit."
"Delighted to have you, I'm sure, Mrs. Carnby."
There was the slightest trace of hesitation in Andrew's voice, but Mrs. Carnby rose to her feet.
"I may be back to tea, and I may be back to-morrow," she said to the others. "One never knows, en automobile."
She was still frowning perplexedly, as Andrew steered the automobile deftly out of the gate.
"It's turned a bit windy," he said. "We didn't use the dust-cloths coming over, but there's one under the seat. What do you say—shall we have it?"
He bent forward, as she nodded, and dragged the cloth from its place beneath them. Something heavy rapped smartly on Mrs. Carnby's foot, and she looked down with a little exclamation.
"What's that?"
"That?" answered Andrew. "Why—er, that's my camera."