"So am I," replied the young man, "and very likely our business is of the same nature."
"I am going to fetch her into town to the hearing," spoke up Cecilia, "and I have to hurry along."
"And I, too, was going to fetch her. She is quite in demand, it seems," and he stretched his thin lips over his particularly fine teeth in something like a sneer. "I wish I had known you were coming out; I should have invited you to ride with me."
"Thanks," said Cecilia indifferently. "But I could hardly have accepted. I had some calls to, make as I came along."
"Yes, I saw your machine at Hastings. How's the chap getting on?"
"Paul is almost better," replied Cecilia, making an effort to get out of talking distance. But he knew exactly why she sent her machine ahead, and while too diplomatic to actually bar her way, he, too, opened the throttle to increase the speed of his car.
It was very aggravating. Cecilia had expected to have an important talk alone with Mrs. Salvey.
Without a doubt this was also the very thing Rob Roland intended to do. If only she could get Mrs. Salvey into her car. But if she should prefer to ride with her nephew.
For some short distance Cecilia rode along without attempting conversation with the young man who was driving as close to her car as it was possible for him to do. Finally he spoke:
"Have you ever been in a courtroom?" he asked.