“So you’d start off from Wragby at teatime, as if you were going to London? Which way were you going?”

“By Nottingham and Grantham.”

“And then your sister would drop you somewhere and you’d walk or drive back here? Sounds very risky, to me.”

“Does it? Well then, Hilda could bring me back. She could sleep at Mansfield, and bring me back here in the evening, and fetch me again in the morning. It’s quite easy.”

“And the people who see you?”

“I’ll wear goggles and a veil.”

He pondered for some time.

“Well,” he said. “You please yourself, as usual.”

“But wouldn’t it please you?”