"My car's waiting at the quayside," he said. "I shall drive you back to
the Rectory."

Diana assented--not, as she thought to herself with a somewhat wry smile,
that it would have made the very slightest difference had she refused
point-blank. Since he had decided that she was to travel in his car,
travel in it she would, willy-nilly. But as a matter of fact, she was so
tired that she was only too thankful to sink back on to the soft,
luxurious cushions of the big limousine.

Errington tucked the rugs carefully round her, substituting one of them
for the coat she was wearing, spoke a few words to the chauffeur, and
then seated himself opposite her.

Diana thought the car seemed to be travelling rather slowly as it began
the steep ascent from the harbour to the Rectory. Possibly the chauffeur
who had taken his master's instructions might have thrown some light on
the subject had he so chosen.

"Quite warm now?" queried Errington.

Diana snuggled luxuriously into her corner.

"Quite, thanks," she replied. "You're rapidly qualifying as a good
Samaritan _par excellence_, thanks to the constant opportunities I afford
you."

He laughed shortly and relapsed into silence, leaning his elbow on the
cushioned ledge beside him and shading his face with his hand. Beneath
its shelter, the keen blue eyes stared at the girl opposite with an odd,