"Come and sit next to me, Mr. Forrester. The back seat's the most comfortable."
Faith's lips moved as if she would have spoken, but she closed them again and took her place beside Digby without comment.
Not one of the four could have said that the day was enjoyable. There was an intangible something in the air which they all could feel but none of them explain.
They drove into the heart of the country and lunched at a wayside inn. Faith was very quiet, and she kept glancing at Peg and her husband with scared eyes.
Afterwards, when they went out into the woods in their wonderful autumn tints, she found herself with Digby, and, looking quickly round, saw that her husband and Peg were some little distance behind, sauntering along leisurely and apparently the best of friends.
She could hear Forrester's deep voice and Peg's rather loud laugh, and a queer sense of unwantedness crept into her heart.
"A penny for your thoughts!" Digby said, touching her arm, and she started and smiled and said they were not worth anything.
"It would be a penny badly invested," she said with an effort at lightness.