Enid was delighted to find that Brand strongly supported the suggestion that Constance should take the drive. Pyne, sharp on time, drew up a smart pony in front of the cottage, and did not twitch a muscle when Constance, veiled and gloved, ran down the pathway.
"Excuse me getting down," said Pyne. "I dispensed with a groom. I guess you know the roads round here."
She climbed to the seat beside him.
"It is very good of you to take this trouble," she said, and when he looked at her a slight color was visible through the veil.
"How is your mother?" he asked, abruptly.
He felt, rather than saw, her start of surprise.
She did not expect the relationship to be acknowledged with such sudden candor.
"She is much better," she assured him.
"That's all right," he announced, as if a load were off his mind. And then, somewhat to her mystification, he entertained her with the news.
Elsie and Mamie had quitted Penzance the previous evening, an aunt having traveled from Boston as soon as the first tidings of the wreck reached her.