"Tell him to drive anywhere that will take half an hour," she said to Gore, as he reluctantly followed.
"Out Holland Park way!" he said, pausing on the step. "I'll tell you when to stop."
He took his seat and closed the doors of the cab.
"Won't you be cold without a wrap?"
Nance ignored the question.
"Now," she said, "what is it? Is it about Deerehurst?"
At the sudden onslaught, Gore started, and turning round, looked at her.
"I don't intend to discuss this matter," he said in his coldest voice.
"But I mean to discuss it." She met his glance with a resolution that was not to be denied. "Is it about Deerehurst?"
"If you wish to know, it is about Deerehurst."