I am pained to relate that the first thing Peaches did upon reaching
the ground was to embrace Dick Talbot and kiss him upon both cheeks. But
such is the distressing truth, inappropriate as the action was in view
of the fact that she was escaping from one fiancé in order to go in
search of another, and that Dick was neither of them. But he did not
seem to object in the least, though the moment she freed him he very
properly turned his attention to helping me on with my shoes.
"All set, Aunt Mary!" he whispered then. "This way, please, and watch
your step in case the enemy sets up a barrage!"
In silence we followed him through the garden and out across the meadow,
keeping in the shadow of the trees and hedges whenever possible, and
trampling the brave little white crocuses underfoot. At length we
reached the fence which separated the grounds from the highroad, and as
it was fortunately not very high he helped us over without difficulty,
the main gates at the lodge being, as he informed us, locked for the
night.
Drawn close to the fence was a powerful car with the engine running
softly. Richard assisted me into the rear seat and Peaches sprang up
beside him in front; there was a grinding sound from the creature's
innards and we slid smoothly out into the open road.
The river road from Ossining to New York is one of surpassing beauty,
even at night, when the smooth winding ribbon of it is practically
without traffic. But I was not much concerned with its loveliness, as
the night was too dark, for one thing, to permit more than a speculation
as to what lay behind the hedges and rows of trees with which it is
lined, and the Hudson lay hidden in the black depth of its own valley
save when a moving light or two from a nocturnal vessel betrayed its
whereabouts. Overhanging clouds now threatened rain, and a mist crept up
from the broad stream, obscuring the lamps and blurring the occasional
lighted window by our way. At any moment I expected that, as The Duchess
would say, the heaven would open to emit a torrential storm; and I
wished heartily that I had worn my other hat.
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