After the meeting, which dispersed early, Ernest and I hurried out into the galvanised iron-walled yard, in which those coming from a distance put their horses and vehicles.
Having noted the disconsolate manner in which a pair of dark eyes below a thatch of generous hue surreptitiously glanced towards a tormentatious maiden with ribbons of blue matching her eyes and fluttering on her bosom, I thought it time to come to his rescue.
"If you would care to talk to your friend, he can drive you home while I walk with 'Dora'; he says he has something to say to me," said Dawn in an aside.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" I asked.
"How could I tell until I hear it?"
"That is not a fair answer, Dawn."
"Well, it wasn't a fair question," she pouted.
"Very well, I will not press you more, but you'll tell me of it after, will you not?"
"Well, what would you like me to do?" she asked.
"Oh, I'd like you to be naughty. Mr Dora's complacence inspires me to inveigle him into having to drive me home while you walk with some one else."