“There’s another man,” said Millie, pointing. “We’d better scoot!”
But they made no attempt to put such an impossible plan into action. The man had evidently seen them. He was coming towards them across one of the fields, shouting to attract their attention. “Hi! wait a minute!” they thought he was saying.
“Mill!” exclaimed Blanche, with extraordinary emphasis.
“What?” asked Millie, nervously. She was flushed and trembling.
“Do you see who it is?”
“It isn’t the one out of the carriage....” hesitated Millie.
“No! Silly. It’s that young fellow who used to live with us, our Mr Fastidious. What was his name? Thrale! You remember.”
“Goody!” said Millie. She was conscious of a quite inexplicable feeling of disappointment.
“He iss a friend? Yes?” asked Mrs Isaacson.