"There is apparently an inn of sorts at Dilvington, but a very poor one. I suppose they could give some fried ham and potatoes. That would be better than nothing, wouldn't it?"
"How far is it?"
He studied the map. "Inside a mile."
"I think I can do that if we walk slowly."
He looked taken aback. "I say! I forgot how little you can walk!"
"Oh, I can walk a mile, but I could not do much more."
"No, by Jove, I suppose you could not. I hope I am not going to knock you up. What an ass I was to trouble about Ferris!"
She smiled bravely, and said it would be all right. The weather was lovely. Gerald laughed uncomfortably. A flurry of rain was coming up slowly from the southwest, across the heave of the downs.
They left word at the custodian's house and also at the forge, as to the direction they had taken, and walked off towards Dilvington.
Virgie came along quite bravely, but before they reached the little roadside "public" the rain had begun to fall.