“Do you live in Shropshire?” asked Molly.
“No. I’m on a visit—at least, I’m supposed to be; but I’ve lost the way to the place, and I am beginning to doubt if I shall ever get there. I was told to go straight on. I’ve gone straight on, and here I am, lost in the snow. Do you happen to know whereabouts Dreever Castle is?”
She laughed.
“Why,” she said, “I’m staying at Dreever Castle myself.”
“What?”
“So the first person you meet turns out to be an experienced guide. You’re lucky, Mr. Pitt.”
“You’re right,” said Jimmy slowly; “I am.”
“Did you come down with Lord Dreever? He passed me in the car just as I was starting out. He was with another man and Lady Julia Blunt. Surely he didn’t make you walk?”
“I offered to walk. Somebody had to. Apparently he had forgotten to let them know he was bringing me.”
“And then he misdirected you! He’s very casual, I’m afraid.”