Miss Ludlow will write to Mrs.Palgrave." Then he turned and went down the steps to the car.
Trying to look unconcerned, Joan followed.
"Get in, quick," said Martin.

"We'll talk as we go." "But why?
If I don't stay here, where am I to stay ?" "I don't know.

Please get in." Joan stood firm.

The color had come back to her face, and a look of something like anger had taken the place of fright.

"I didn't tell you to march off like that.