"He will though. Juliette Halliwell will tell him so. I saw her get very angry at the affectionate way you were looking at me at dinner," said Kitty.
"I wasn't!" said Jack.
"Oh, yes, you were; ever so affectionately. What kind of affection was it, Jack—paternal?"
"Talk of something else!" said Jack, in a thick voice; and nestling against him, she felt him quiver and his heart shake him at each thumping beat.
Some miles further on the lights of a town rose suddenly a little way ahead. Kitty set the whistle hooting, and slowed the car as much as she could, but even then they dashed down the long silent street at a very dangerous pace. It was fortunate that it was empty. They were a mile beyond it before they breathed easily again, and Kitty said, "What town was that?"
"I don't know," said Jack. "We're five-and-twenty miles from home."
The road stretched far away ahead, very white in the moonlight; and the feeling that the car was a malignant living creature came upon them more oppressively than ever, wearing their nerves.
Kitty nestled closer to him—a fear that her desperate freak would have a tragic end invading and filling her heart. They rushed up a long hill—the car seemed to breast it like a strong demon—and at the top saw before them a long steep descent.
"Now the brute's going to have all its own way," said Kitty, between her clenched teeth.