"Will you pull the window up a little? It seems to be growing cold." She noticed that his lips were set firmly and that an abstracted expression had grown in his eyes. Then Denzil spoke, now quite naturally and about the war, and deliberately kept the conversation to this subject, until Amaryllis lay back again in her corner and closed her eyes. "I am going to have a little sleep," she said. She too had begun to realise that in more personal investigation of mutual tastes there lay some danger. She had become conscious of the fact that she was very interested in Denzil--and there he was, not really the least like John! They were silent for some time, and were nearing Frome when he spoke. He had been deliberating as to what he ought to do? Get out and leave her, to catch his connection to Bath, or sacrifice that and see her safely to her destination and perhaps hire a motor from Bridgeborough? This latter was his strong desire and also seemed the only chivalrous thing to do when she still looked so pale, but-- "Here we are almost at Frome," he said. Her eyes rounded with concern. It would be horrid to be alone. She had left her maid in London for a few days' holiday. "You change here for Bath," she faltered a little uncertainly. He decided in a second. He could not be inhuman! Duty and desire were one! "Yes--but I am coming on with you. I shall not leave you until I see you safely into your own motor. I can hire one perhaps then, to take me on the rest of the way." She was relieved--or she thought it was merely relief, which made a sudden lifting in her heart! "How kind of you. I do feel as if I did not like the thought of being by myself, it is so stupid of me--But you can't hire a motor from Bridgeborough which would get you to Bath before dark! They are wretched things there. You must come with me to Ardayre; it is on the Bath road, you know--and we can have a late lunch, and and then I'll send you on in the Rolls Royce. You will be there in an hour--in time for tea." This was a tremendous fresh temptation. He tried to look at it as though it did not in reality matter to him more than the appearance suggested. Had there been no emotion in his interest in Amaryllis, he would not have hesitated, he knew. Then it was only for him to conquer emotion and behave as he would do under ordinary circumstances--it would be a good test of his will. "All right--that's splendid, and I shall be able to see Ardayre!"