Dolly’s laugh was a pleasure to hear; it was so honest, and simple, and sure. She had no doubt whatever on the question. Her theory explained everything delightfully. She did not even take the trouble to reply to this suggestion. She said—
“We are coming to the Pemberton station. Do you mean to change here as you said?”
“I will go certainly, if you turn me out.”
Here Dolly’s laughing countenance suddenly clouded over. She cast at him a quick glance of entreaty.
“Oh, no, don’t go, don’t go,” she cried. And then she added, in a tone of annoyance, “I think everybody is travelling to-day. Some people are always travelling. It is horrid,” cried Dolly, “to see the same faces and hear the same voices wherever one goes.”
The cause of this ebullition of temper was easily explained. It was George Westland, very deprecating and humble, who had opened the carriage door.
CHAPTER V.
“Good morning, Miss Stainforth.”
“Good morning,” Dolly replied, with a forbidding face.
“Is there any room in your carriage? I am going only as far as Birtwood.”