Faith sat up with a frightened gasp, the colour coming back to her white cheeks.
"Where are you taking me? Oh, I'd much rather walk."
The big man was sitting opposite to her now, and his eyes were kind as they noted her distress.
"It's all right," he said cheerily. "You're not fit to walk. Just tell me where you live and I'll drive you straight home. Feel better?"
"Yes." She began a trembling apology. "It was the sun, I suppose; it's been so hot all day."
"Do you work in the city?"
"Yes—at Heeler's."
"Oh, that place!" There was a note of disparagement in the man's voice. "Now tell me where you live?" he said again.
She told him reluctantly. Poplar and its poor surroundings seemed so terribly far removed from this man and the magnificence of the car in which they were driving.