“Oh, I shall dry again,” he said carelessly.
“It was very good of you,” said Anne.
“It was a pleasure,” said Peter, “to drive in a carriage.”
“Oh!” said Anne demurely.
“And—” he continued, and stopped. But in his heart he added, “To do any mortal thing [Pg 181]for you, dear Lady!” But these speeches had a way of remaining in his heart without reaching his lips.
He unfurled an umbrella which he had purloined up at the house.
“The rain is not quite so furious now,” he said as he opened it.
“Oh, my hat!” said Anne. She was at the hearth and back beside him in an instant. But in the transit she had glanced for a moment at the green socks on the table.
Peter, holding the umbrella carefully over her, conducted her down the path. The footman was standing by the carriage door. Anne held out her hand.
“A thousand thanks!” she said.