"Stop, Parks," Judith said, with new authority in her voice.
He stood waiting for her silently, without any greeting at all, and she slipped her hand into his and stepped out and stood beside him.
"Go on," he said to the chauffeur. "It's too rough here for the car. It's easier on foot. Miss Randall will walk with me."
The car, skilfully manipulated along the steep, zigzag road, but a clumsy thing at best here in the woods, and an artificial and ugly thing, lumbered away, breaking through outreaching branches. Judith watched it out of sight. Then and not till then she turned to her host.
"Aren't you going to speak to me?" the great man inquired respectfully, as if her intentions deserved the most serious consideration.
"Yes," said Judith serenely, unflattered by it.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to shake hands with me."
A hand touched his lightly. It drew quickly away, but it was a confiding little hand.