"He will, if it's really bad! You've no idea what it can be like up there once it starts to be wet."
Marie and Feathers had motored together a great deal since that first day.
"There'll be time enough for theatres when the winter comes," Feathers said. "I don't suppose you've seen much of the country, have you?"
"No."
"Then we'll have a run to the New Forest some day."
Marie looked up hesitatingly.
"Would you mind if Aunt Madge came?"
During the last few days she had been vaguely conscious of Miss Chester's silent disapproval.
"I shall be delighted if Miss Chester will come," Feathers said readily.
But Miss Chester refused. She did not mind a short run, she said, but it was too far into Hampshire, so they must go without her.