"But today——?"
"I don't know."
"I won't ask you what has happened, Cinda——"
"Please don't. I don't want to talk about it."
"Only I must know one thing: Is there anyone else—with you, I mean?"
Lucinda met those devoted eyes honestly. "No, Dobbin, I'm sorry—not even you...."
"Then that's all right. No need for either of us to worry. You'll come through with flying colours. Only, don't do anything in haste, and right or wrong, count on me."
Lucinda gave his fingers a friendly pressure and disengaged her hand. "Dear Dobbin," she said gently.
The car was pulling in toward a corner.