"They do, though. I don't know what you will say, Bertie, but I told Mrs. Rolleston."
"What can you mean, Bluebell? Bella told me that you cared for nobody but Jack Vavasour; and I was deuced angry, I can tell you; at first, though I thought it uncommon 'cute of you saying so."
Bluebell, utterly confounded by this extraordinary assertion, had no time to reply, for she found herself close to a covered sleigh, and the man had got down and opened the door. She drew back.
"Jump in," said Bertie, impatiently.
Bluebell shook her head.
"What do you propose?" said he, in an angry whisper. "We can't sit out in the snow, and I can't walk another yard."
She hesitated, and he gently impelled her into the vehicle, following himself, to the anguish of his injured foot, that he had struck in his haste.
"Where to, sir?" said the man, whom Bertie, in his momentary pain, had forgotten.
"Go to the Don Bridge."
"Can't, sir. I am ordered at the College by six o'clock."