"Miss Strong says we ought to be getting on now." Ingred brought her thoughts back with an effort to the twentieth century, and joined the waiting party outside.

Miss Strong was talking to their guide, who was describing a short cut across the fields that would save them several miles on their way to Pursborough.
Verity, after calling to her friend in the museum, had run out.

Ingred followed her, to find her with her arm locked closely through Bess's.
There was no reason why she should not display such a mark of affection, but to Ingred it seemed little short of an insult to herself.

Verity, her particular chum, to have openly gone over to the enemy! She stared at her in surprise.

Verity did not appear to notice the stare, however, and walked on quite calmly.
Miss Strong had decided that they should find a quiet place along the lane where they could eat their lunch before beginning the second part of their march.