'Change into a dress, Hero. Something soft and pretty. And wear a hat, will you? If you must, you can even have a bath yourself! I flew through a great bank of rain-clouds on the way here. They can't all be so unkind as to go somewhere else! Have your bath, and leave me to worry about the consequences!' 'But where are we going?' she cried out. 'Does it matter? I thought we'd drive with the others as far as Isiolo. I have some business to do there and I thought you might like to come with me.' 'Oh yes! Yes, I would. But I don't have to change for that.' 'No,' he agreed. 'You have to change to please me!' There didn't seem to be any answer to that. Hero hurried into the house as fast as she could go, half scared that he might change his mind and leave her behind. She pulled open her wardrobe and stared at her few dresses, wondering which of them would meet most closely Benedict's requirements. She chose one that was a bright pink, covered with white broderie anglaise, that her mother had made for her when she had graduated from college.
