There was. But it was impossible to judge from the young lady's expression whether the recognition gave her pleasure or not.
She drew in her head very quickly, but not before she had been seen.
"Hullo, Miss Morton! Where are you going? May I get in here?"
"Aren't you travelling first?"
"Not a bit of it. Sure you don't mind? How jolly to have met you!"
Miles looked so smiling, so big and well turned out, and pleased with life, that Meg's severe expression relaxed somewhat.
"I suppose," she said, "you're just going to the junction. But why come to Guiting Green?"
"I came to Guiting Green because it's exactly four miles from the Manor House. And I've
walked those four miles, Miss Morton, walked 'em for the good of my health. Wish it wasn't so dusty, though—look at my boots! I'm going to Cheltenham. Where are you going?"
"Cheltenham?" Meg repeated suspiciously. "What are you going to do there?"