“Why?” Gregory asked sharply.
“I can’t help thinking that Agatha would prefer it. For one thing, she’s rather jaded, and wants quiet.”
“You feel sure of that?”
There was something in the man’s voice which suggested that he was not quite satisfied, and Mrs. Hastings was silent a moment.
“It’s good advice, Gregory,” she said. “She’ll be better able to face the situation after a night’s rest.”
“Does it require much facing?” Hawtrey asked dryly.
Mrs. Hastings turned from him with a sign of impatience. “Of course it does. Anyway, if you’re wise you’ll do what I suggest, and ask no more questions.”
Then she got into the wagon, and Hawtrey stood still beside the trail, feeling unusually thoughtful as they drove away.