“Who wants to go?” asked Ralph, quickly.

“Cicely Drane does.  She has got into trouble over the doctor’s manuscript, and says she can’t go on properly without seeing him.  She has been expecting him here every day, but it seems as if he never intended to come.  She asked me this morning how far it was to Thorbury, and I think she intends to walk in, if he does not come to-day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” asked Ralph.  “I would have sent her into town or taken her.”

“I had not formulated it in my mind,” said Miriam.  “Will you take her with you to-day?  I know that she has made up her mind she cannot wait any longer for the doctor to come.”

“Of course I will take her,” said Ralph.  “Will you ask her to get ready?  Tell her I shall be at the door in ten or fifteen minutes.”

Ralph’s tone was perfectly good-humored, but Miriam fancied that she perceived a trace of disappointment in it.  She was sorry for this, for she could not imagine why any man should object to have Cicely Drane as a companion on a drive, unless his mind was entirely occupied by some other girl; and if Ralph’s mind was thus occupied, it must be by Dora Bannister, and that did not please her.  So she resolutely put aside all Cicely’s suggestions that it might be inconvenient for Mr. Haverley to take her with him, and deftly overcame Mrs. Drane’s one or two impromptu, and therefore not very well constructed, objections to the acceptance of the invitation; and in the gig Cicely went with Ralph to Thorbury.

After having left the secretary to attend to her business at the doctor’s house, Ralph drove to the Bannister’s; but Dora would not see him, and technically was not at home.  Alas!  She had seen him driving past with Miss Drane, and she was angry.  This was contrary to the plan of action she had adopted; but her eighteen-year-old spirit rebelled, and she could not help it.  A more hideous trap than that old gig could not be imagined, but she had planned a drive in it with Ralph on some of the quiet country roads beyond Cobhurst.  They would take Congo with them, and that would be such a capital plan to teach the dog to follow his new master.  And now it was the Drane girl who was driving with him in his gig.  She could not go down and see him and meet him in the way she liked to meet him.

Miss Panney, on the other side of the street, had been passing the Tolbridge house at the moment when Ralph and Cicely drove up.  She stopped for a moment, her feelings absolutely outraged.  It was not uncommon for her to pass places at times when people were doing things in those places which she thought they ought not to do; but this was a case which roused her anger in an unusual manner.  Whatever else might happen at Cobhurst, she did not believe that that girl would begin so soon to go out driving with him.