“I’d much rather go by train,” said Connie. “I don’t like long motor drives, especially when there’s dust. But I shall see what Hilda wants.”

“She will want to drive her own car, and take you with her,” he said.

“Probably!⁠—I must help up here. You’ve no idea how heavy this chair is.”

She went to the back of the chair, and plodded side by side with the keeper, shoving up the pink path. She did not care who saw.

“Why not let me wait, and fetch Field. He is strong enough for the job,” said Clifford.

“It’s so near,” she panted.

But both she and Mellors wiped the sweat from their faces when they came to the top. It was curious, but this bit of work together had brought them much closer than they had been before.