He spoke truly. Jill was alternately licking her paws and feebly shaking herself.
"But what about you? You ought to go home at once and run all the way."
"I shall be all right. Are you going to Broughton?"
"On one condition."
"And what might that be—that I don't go with you?"
"That you run all the way and, when you get there, you borrow a change of clothes."
"Then you'll really come?"
"Since you wish it. I couldn't do less."
"What did I tell you? But there's an inn on the left, the first one you come to. Wait for me there; if they can't lend me a change I'll have to get one somewhere else and come back there."
"Only if you go at once. You've waited too long already."