19/35 "I've driven a Vauxhall most of the winter." Buntingford turned, smiling but uncertain. It sounds like an ugly affair!" "Lodge and I will go with her," said French, eagerly. "We can stop the car outside the town. Horne can go with Dale." The eyes of the men were on the girl in white--men half humiliated, half admiring. Helena, radiant, was looking at Buntingford, and at his reluctant word of assent, she began joyously taking the hat-pins out of her white lace hat. |