"I think old Claire's pretty generally right."
"Then—shall we go?"
"I'm ready if you are," he replied. "I'd like to see old Chip again myself. It means the ten-thirty from Paddington, you know."
"What will the family say?" Judy asked him. "Oh, well, let them say it! I knew I could count on you, Noel!" ****** Once in the swift and inexorable train, Judy was assailed with doubts. What was she doing? Should she have let things take their own course? Would it have been wiser to have stayed at home, and to have written Chip a letter?
Noel, observing her restlessness and guessing the cause, told her he had won five pounds at bridge the day before, and that if she wanted to pull the emergency cord and get out, he'd pay. But when she asked him point blank, "Tell me, do you think I'm acting like a fool?" he replied, "No, like a human being," and she felt calmer then and read her magazine.
But panic overwhelmed her once more in the jolting Ford with flapping side curtains that took them from the inn in West Perranpool to Cliff Cottage, where Chip lived.
"Why did we come?" she cried.
