Would he ever forget standing in that stiff drawing-room before that contemptuous old dame, feeling exactly like a very small worm?
The strain of waiting for Martin day after day had told on Joan.

She longed for a change of atmosphere, a change of scene.

And what a joke it would be to be able to face her grandfather and grandmother without shaking in her shoes! "Of course," said Joan.

"Let's drive out to-day in time for dinner, and send a telegram at once.

Nothing like striking while the iron's hot.