He lifted her hand and kissed it.
“And may I grumble to you sometimes, little mother, and come to you to be comforted when I am oppressed by fools? You can trust me. I shall never make you ashamed. And now, for practical things. You must be in London to-morrow morning. I have worked it all out.”
“Remember, I am a very independent young woman.”
“Oh, I know! Let me spend myself, sometimes. Have you any luggage at the ‘Black Boar’?”
“No, only my knapsack, which I left in the car.”
“Fancy a woman travelling with nothing more than a knapsack! Oh, Eve, my child!”
“I didn’t like it. I’ll own up. All my luggage is stored with some warehouse people in town. I have the receipts here in my purse.”
“That’s luck—that’s excellent! We must walk round to the Basingford road to miss any of my scouts. You will wait there, say by the Camber cross-roads, while I get my car out.”
He felt for his watch.
“Have you that lamp?”