Then she smiled at me; there was neither conciliation nor defiance in her smile, but a sort of serene assurance and—yes, it was unmistakable—contempt.
She said, "Whatever do you think you're doing now?"
I said we might not know what we were doing, but we knew what we were going to do. We were going to take her back with us in the car.
At that she asked us (but without any sign of perturbation) if we had got
Jimmy there?
Norah said No, our idea was to run back to Amershott before Jimmy got there.
"Where were you running to when you saw me sitting up here?" she said.
I said we'd meant to catch her at Selham but we missed the train and were trying to get to Horsham before the London train started.
She was looking at me now with a sort of compassion, the tenderness of her contempt.
"I see," she said. "You were clever, weren't you?"
She looked at her watch. "Well, as you are here," she said, "I'd let you run me down to Horsham, if you want a run, only I can't very well use Jimmy's car."