Ralph would have liked to ride with them. He rather resented Dr. Barrow taking his place. He had a notion that nobody could support the unconscious girl so tenderly as himself.
There was no help for it, however. He had to get out of the carriage and leave the two together.
"Tell William," said the doctor, "to drive round to the surgery before going on to Hamblyn Manor."
"To Hamblyn Manor?" Ralph questioned, with a look of perplexity in his eyes as he stood at the carriage door.
"Why, where else should I take her?"
"Is she from up the country?"
"From up the country—no. Do you mean to say you've lived here all your life and don't know Miss Hamblyn?"
"But she is only a girl," Ralph said, looking at the white face that was leaning against the doctor's shoulder.
"Well?"
"Miss Hamblyn is going to be married!"