On the morning that Edward Morgan left Wortheton it was arranged that Prudence should drive with him to the junction and see the train off. It was never clear to Prudence with whom the idea originated; it certainly did not emanate from her own brain. She was even a little embarrassed at the thought of the four-mile drive with her heavily coated and bemuffled fiance, and the prospective ordeal of standing by the door of his compartment during those exasperating, interminable minutes before the starting of the train. She came downstairs into the hall dressed for the drive in a navy costume which accentuated the girlish slenderness of her figure to discover Mr Morgan winding his many wraps about him, and talking cheerfully with her father and sisters, who were gathered together to see him off. He paused in the business of buttoning his coat to inquire anxiously if she were sufficiently warmly clad for the day, which was bright and cold, with a touch of December frost in the air. She replied carelessly that she did not feel cold; and Mr Graynor, with his arm about her shoulders, remarked thoughtlessly: "Young blood, Morgan, defies the weather." "I think Prudence should wear a fur about her throat," Agatha said. "It would look more suitable." Mary was despatched forthwith to fetch the unwanted addition, which, when it appeared, Mr Morgan insisted on placing round her shoulders. Prudence took her seat in the carriage, feeling oppressed with the warmth of the sable and the confined heated atmosphere of the artificially warmed brougham, with its windows carefully closed against the cold clear air. She dragged at the fur impatiently. "I must take it off," she said. "I feel stifled." "All right," he acquiesced, and passed his arm round her waist in a clumsy caress. "I'll keep you warm. Comfy, eh?" She smiled at him a little nervously. "You are just a mountain of clothes," she said. During the long drive Mr Morgan kept his arm about her, and held her so closely that Prudence felt suffocated. She proposed letting down the window part way; but Mr Morgan showed such alarm at the idea that she did not persist. "You don't understand the risk," he said. "This winter travelling... It's how people contract pneumonia, risking chills through open windows. You don't know how to take care of yourself. It's time I took a hand at it. I'm going to take great care of you, little girl,--all my life. Open windows!--no! This open-air craze is the cause of most of the ills of life." Prudence laughed. "I understood it was the cure for them," she replied. "I live in the open air--and sleep in it." "Sleep in it!" he ejaculated in horrified accents. "Well, not actually that," she said; "but with the bedroom window wide-- always."