"I threatened to hire," said Prudence, and immediately realised on hearing him laugh that this admission was disloyal to the family. She lifted her eyes with a flash of pride in them to his smiling face. "Father is always generous," she said. "He wouldn't trust the old cycle again, though the spill was entirely my fault. I'm cautious in regard to dogs now." "Yes," he agreed, the smile deepening. "Caution is a quality which the wise cultivate. Possibly had I not considerably neglected it I should have been more successful--socially. But these things are so dull." He took his hand off the handle-bar and straightened himself and looked down at her with a quick resolve in his face. "We managed to find room for the old cycle," he said. "I don't see why there need be any difficulty in stowing this away. What do you say? Will you drive with me?" For the fraction of a second Prudence hesitated. She did not want to drive with him. She knew that if she agreed she could not speak of it at home: there was something a little shameful in doing what must of necessity be done secretly. But the memory of that former occasion on which she had been glad enough to make use of his car was in her mind, and made a refusal to accept the present invitation appear pointedly ungracious. "You would rather not?" he said reproachfully. Prudence made up her mind on the instant. "Thank you, I should like it. But couldn't we leave the bicycle somewhere and pick it up on our return?" "We could," he said. "That's not a bad idea. There's an inn a quarter of a mile along the road. I'll drive on so that you shan't be smothered in dust, and you follow; then we'll house the bicycle and go for a joy ride." He re-entered the car and drove off; while Prudence, waiting for the cloud of dust which he raised to subside, stood beside her machine, dismayed at the realisation of what she had consented to do, and considering whether it would not be wiser to head her cycle in the opposite direction and ride home. But reflection showed her the impossibility of acting in so ungracious a manner. She should have declined his invitation in the first instance; to evade the engagement now was unthinkable. When she arrived at the inn it was to discover that Major Stotford had made the necessary arrangements; it only remained for her to relinquish her cycle to the man who stood ready to take it, and climb to her seat in the car. Despite a determination to enjoy herself and banish disquieting thoughts, Prudence was conscious of feeling not entirely at her ease with her companion. She could not have explained this sense of mistrust. There was nothing in Major Stotford's manner to arouse it; she decided that possibly it resulted from what she had learned in regard to his private life. That ugly story coloured all her thoughts of him, and revealed him in an unfavourable light. She had not met this type of man before.