"We could drop you going out and call for you coming home.

Susan will have the big car full, so she couldn't take you, and it's a long drive to the station and the trains run awkwardly." Sylvia's motive was easy to discern, but Ethel agreed.

She was, on the whole, inclined to pity Captain Bland; but he was a stranger and George was a friend.

If Sylvia must choose between them, it would be much better that she should take the soldier.

For all that, Ethel had an uncomfortable feeling that she was assisting in a piece of treachery when she set off soon after lunch on a fine autumn day; and the car had gone several miles before she began to enjoy the ride.
For a while the straight white road, climbing steadily, crossed a waste of moors.