"Cat!" he said eloquently.
"I am afraid I do rather hate her," Marie faltered.
"The sister is a give-away," Feathers said. "One can see now what Mrs. Heriot will be like in another ten years."
Marie could not help laughing.
"Oh, but how unkind!" she said. A little mischievous sparkle lit her brown eyes. "And we're not really going to see any friends at Wendover, are we?"
"No," he laughed with her. "I'd tell that woman anything," he said, with a sort of savagery.
They stopped again for tea at a cottage, and the woman who owned it gave Marie a big bunch of flowers to carry away.
"Now I really took as if I've been for a day in the country," she said laughingly to Feathers. "People always trail home with bunches of flowers, don't they?"
"I suppose they do." He touched the bunch lying in her lap. "May I have one?"