"Permit me to send for your carriage." "Thank you, Miss Pink.

My carriage is only at the village inn.

I shall enjoy a little walk in the cool evening air.

Mr.Troy, I have no doubt, will give me his arm." She bowed once more, and quietly left the room.
Reaching the little back garden of the villa, through an open door at the further end of the hall, Lady Lydiard found Tommie rolling luxuriously on Miss Pink's flower-beds, and Isabel and Mr.Troy in close consultation on the gravel walk.
She spoke to the lawyer first.
"They are baiting the horses at the inn," she said.

"I want your arm, Mr.Troy, as far as the village--and, in return, I will take you back to London with me.