It was not a pleasant night. The moon shone fitfully, but there were heavy banks of clouds, little scuds of moisture blew in her face. Young Turner wrapped her round in rugs. He went on talking to her as if she were Barbara in his frank, breezy way until they were clear of the Priory, and its surrounding trees, then when they were in the open park nearing the lodge gates his tone changed. “Tell me where you want me to drive you,” he said quietly. “I will take you as far as you like. Remember I want to help you for Barbara’s sake.” “Thank you,” Elizabeth said in a stifled whisper; she thought a moment. “You know the Brangwyn Beech on the Oakover road?” Algy nodded. “Of course.” “Then,” Elizabeth said slowly, “if you will put me down there I shall be most grateful.” Young Turner stared at her blankly. “But that is only five miles away. You don’t realize that the car could take you a hundred and never turn a hair—the beauty.”
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