"I did; I don't like his approving."
"Oh, well," said Dick. "Since you held up the car, I suppose you're entitled to criticize Jim. If you hadn't made an effort, he would probably have been killed. You can grumble about him as much as you like; we'll remember what you did!"
Mordaunt smiled rather curiously and drained his glass.
"We are late for dinner and my clothes are wet," he remarked.
They went out; and both were quiet as they drove to Whitelees.
CHAPTER VII
THE FENCING WIRE
Next morning Carrie, getting up early because she had not slept much, heard Jim's step in the passage outside her room. He went rather unsteadily downstairs and a few minutes afterwards she found him sitting on the terrace wall. He was pale and his face was cut; but he had taken off the bandage.
"You oughtn't to be out," she said.