"That's right," he said.
He was entirely reassured by her appearance.
"Look here, shall I drive you back or do you feel like another four-mile walk?"
She hesitated.
"It's late," he said. "But no matter. Let's be reckless."
"There's no need. I've got my bicycle."
"Then I'll get mine."
She rose. "Don't. I'm going back alone."
"You're not. I'm coming with you. I want to come."
"If you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't—to-night."