"'Well,' she said, 'we have driven over as we promised!'"
Wyllard laughed, and it occurred to Agatha that his laugh was wholesome as well as pleasant.
"I generally am busy," he admitted. "These beasts have, however, been at it since sun-up, and they're rather played out now. I'll talk to you as long as you like after supper, which will soon be ready. It's bad economy to ask too much from them."
Agatha noticed that though the near horse's coat was foul with dust and sweat he laid his brown hand upon it, and she supposed she must be fanciful, for it seemed to her that the gentleness with which he did it was very suggestive.
"I wonder if that's the only reason that influences you," she said.
A twinkle crept into Wyllard's eyes. "It seems to me a good one as far as it goes; anyway, I've been driven rather hard myself now and then, and I didn't like it."
"Doesn't that usually result in making one drive somebody else harder to make up for it, when one has the opportunity?"
"If it does it certainly isn't logical. Logic's rather a fine thing when it's sound."