They descended to the waiting car. Before it began to move,
“Miss Warren,” said Anthony, “would you be so kind as to have that report of this morning’s proceedings typed by some one and sent down to me here to-morrow; it’ll be so much better than the public ones.”
“I’ll do it myself at once,” said Margaret.
The car moved forward. Anthony waved his thanks, turned on his heel and re-entered the inn.
4
Within half an hour he was in Lucia’s drawing-room. Outside the gate was his big red car.
Lucia kept him waiting barely two minutes. When she came he noticed with irritation the schoolboyish unruliness of his heart. There was for him some new, subtle quality in her beauty to-day. Something dark and wonderful and rather wild.
She gave him her hand. “I heard the car. I haven’t kept you waiting, have I?” she asked.
Anthony shook his head. She glanced curiously round the room.
“No,” he said. “Hastings hasn’t come. He had to get back. That’s my car outside. If you’ll allow me to, I’ll take you up to town now. If you’re ready, shall we start?” He turned to the door.