"We won't be able to keep Roger ignorant of the fact I've been away," pursued Nan.
"He will know nothing about it," said Peter quietly.
She looked dubious.
"I think," she observed slowly, "that you may find it more difficult than you expect—to manage that. Someone's sure to find out and tell him."
"Not necessarily," he answered.
"What about the servants?" persisted Nan. "They'll hardly allow my arrival at Mallow in the early hours of the morning to pass without comment! I really think, Peter," she added with a wry smile, "that it would have been simpler all round if you'd allowed me to run away."
His eyes sought hers.
"Won't you trust me, Nan?" he said patiently. "I'm not going to take you to Mallow to-night. I'm going to take you to Sandy's mother."
"To the mater!"
Sandy fairly gasped with astonishment.