'What made you run away?' she asked eagerly.
'I was not going to stand all that,' I answered.
'All what?' she asked.
'I don't think I had better stay,' I said. 'Because they might change their minds and come back.'
But Jacintha shook her head.
'I don't think they will,' she answered. 'Because I heard him tell the driver to go to Barton. What shall you do?' she asked.
'I shall go to the left as they have gone to the right.'
'I wish we could give you a lift,' she cried.
'Where are you going?' I inquired.
'You see,' she explained, 'I really live in London, only I am staying now with my uncle and aunt—I always come to stay with them in the summer.'