“Miss?” said Webster politely, throwing away the cigarette with which he had been refreshing himself.
“Will you do something for me?”
“I should be more than delighted, miss.”
Billie whisked into view an envelope which had been concealed in the recesses of her dress.
“Do you know the country about here well, Webster?”
“Within a certain radius, not unintimately, miss. I have been for several enjoyable rambles since the fine weather set in.”
“Do you know the place where there is a road leading to Havant, and another to Cosham? It’s about a mile down....”
“I know the spot well, miss.”
“Well, straight in front of you when you get to the sign-post there is a little lane....”
“I know it, miss,” said Webster, with a faint smile. Twice had he escorted Miss Trimblett, Billie’s maid, thither. “A delightfully romantic spot. What with the overhanging trees, the wealth of blackberry bushes, the varied wild-flowers....”