Eve was amused at him. He had an unending flow of conversation, his remarks were original, he expressed opinions freely in a way she was not accustomed to hear. On the whole he created, if not an altogether favorable impression, at least a curiosity to know more of him.
It was a pleasant evening, and as they motored back to Trent Park the
American expressed his entire approval of the visit.
"Two very sensible women," he said; "also very charming. You're lucky to live here; I suppose you see a good deal of them?"
Alan said he did, and changed the subject. He was not inclined to discuss Eve Berkeley with him.
"We'll go through the village," said Alan. "It won't be dark for a long time, in fact it's light almost all night now."
He drove slowly through Little Trent. Abel Head was about to close the Sherwood Inn; Carl Meason stood near him, full in the light of the lamp, which Abel always lit, whether required or not, at the same hour.
"Quaint inns and places you have in this country," said Braund, as he noticed the sign.
Abel recognized Alan and touched his cap. Carl Meason stared at them.
As his glance rested on the American he gave a slight start of surprise.
"Who is that with Mr. Chesney?" he asked.
"Don't know for sure; fancy a gentleman down here after buying one of the horses. I heard it was likely Mameluke would be sold; it's a pity, he's a great horse," said Abel.