“To him?”
“I could drive you on now,” she suggested hesitatingly, “and we should catch my uncle just after his dinner; an excellent time.”
“I think,” said Erb stolidly, “that we’d better let events work out their natural course.”
“You’re wrong, quite wrong, believe me. Events left alone work out very clumsily at times.” Lady Frances touched him lightly on the knee. “Please do me this very small favour.”
“Since you put it like that then, I don’t mind going up to see him to-night. Not that anything will come from it, mind you. Don’t let’s delude ourselves into thinking that.”
“This,” cried Lady Frances, clapping her hands, “is excellent. This is just what I like to be doing.” Erb, still watching fearfully for acquaintances, glanced at her excited young face, with respectful admiration. “Now, I shall drive you straight on—”
“If you don’t mind,” said Erb, “no; we’ll hop out at the corner of Page’s Walk.”
“And not drive up to the dwellings?” asked Louisa disappointed.
“And not drive up to the dwellings,” said Erb firmly. “I’ll get on somehow to see your uncle to-night.”
“You won’t break your word?”