“We won’t lose a moment. I’m going to work for you.”
He was, she perceived, on the heights. But she knew the weariness of the climb.
Coming out of the garden in the late afternoon, they were aware of other arrivals at the Inn.
“Adelaide and Uncle Fred, by all the gods,” said Edith, as they peered into the dining-room from the dimness of the hall. “Oh, don’t let them see us. Adelaide’s such a bromide.”
They crept out, found Baldy’s car and sped towards the city. “I should say,” Baldy proclaimed sternly, “that for a man who is engaged, a thing like that is unspeakable.”
“Oh, Uncle Fred and Adelaide,” said Edith, easily; “she probably asked him. And she was plaintive. A plaintive woman always gets her way.”
Adelaide had been plaintive. And she had hinted for the ride. “Why not an afternoon ride, Ricky? It would rest you.”
“Sorry. But I’m tied up.”
“I haven’t seen you for ages, Ricky.”