“Certainly I do.”
“O Lal!” said Angela. “Oh, do you really?”
“I can’t leave her with that work on her hands.”
“Yes, but—Lal, I don’t like walking alone!”
“I’m sorry, Angela, but I promised.”
“There’s Mr. Fane,” cried Angela, in a note of relief, and she hurried to meet him. Bernard in his working clothes was something of a shock to her nerves, but she got over it and gave him her hand.
“We’ve left your sister at the black cottages, Mr. Fane,” she began, “and my brother wanted to go back and help her—”
“And my sister is a little nervous in these lanes,” Lal continued, “so that if you would be so good as to see her as far as The Hall, I should be very grateful. It is on your way, I know.”
“I’d like to very much,” said Bernard, promptly.
“Thanks so much. Good-night.”