"I'm afraid I can't tell you. It can't be got along without something the man has gone back for."
"They do stop sometimes. Is this one in the habit of doing so?"
"I can't say, as it isn't mine. Why do you ask?"
"Oh!" said Sylvia, "I had my suspicions. The man didn't seem in the least astonished or annoyed, for one thing. Then it broke down in such a convenient place."
Bland laughed; her boldness appealed to him.
"Well," he declared, "I'm perfectly innocent; though I can't pretend
I'm sorry."
"You felt you had to say that."
"No," he declared, with a direct glance; "I meant it."
Sylvia leaned back in her chair and glanced appreciatively at the moor.
"After all," she said, "it's remarkably pretty here, and a change is nice. I'll confess that I find Susan's friends a little boring."