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CHAPTER TWO

about this. It was more workmanlike to drive in forwards, and leave the backwards for the coming out...
Not so good this morning. That was because Sylvia was watching him. He felt her there suddenly. It was his custom to get the car well out of the barn first, and headed for the open road, before he went back to kiss Sylvia good-bye. In this way, if she saw him, she saw him at his best. At least, she had more chance of doing so. He might absently turn off the petrol on dismounting, and forget to turn it on again; he might - oh, well, there were a lot of things one might do. But there would be none of this backing business.
He struggled out.
`Darling, I was coming down to say good-bye.'
`I'll drive you there if you like,' said Sylvia dreamily.
`I say, will you really? But look here, that means you'll have to meet me too, you know. Won't that be rather a bore for you?'
Sylvia was already at the wheel.
`It's such a lovely day,' she explained.
There was a mile of road, private but for a right of way, up to the main road, and Mrs. Edwards (mother, not wife, of Edwards) lived at a cottage, two-thirds of a mile along, where you got into second. Mrs. Edwards was bedridden, but she would say to Edwards when he came home that night, `So she took the car out to-day.' It was curious, that. Reginald, whenever he went into second, made enormous preparations against waking the baby, with the result that he achieved grinding, tearing noises of such malignity that he almost went back into third as a protest. Sylvia dreamily stroked herself into this or that gear, her thoughts far away, her eyes on the road in front of her - no, not on the road in front, thought Reginald, watching her; on the distant end of

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