Miss Lestrange got into the cart.
“How are you goin’, sir?” asked Patsy.
“I’ll run beside you—on you go.”
At the park gates they stopped.
“You go on,” said Mr Fanshawe, “I’ll turn up in half an hour, or so—better not say you’ve seen me at all, for we’ll get into a row for not having gone back to help my uncle out of the ditch.”
“I won’t say a word,” said Lord Gawdor.
“Nor I,” said Doris.
Patsy said nothing, he only grinned.