'Emily has a cold, and it would be folly of her to venture a long drive on
a cold morning.'

'My cold is quite well.'

'You were complaining before dinner how bad it was.'

'If you don't want to take me, say so.' Tears were now streaming down her
cheeks.

'My dear Emily, I am only too pleased to have you with me; I was only
thinking of your cold.'

'My cold is quite gone,' she said, with brightening face; and next morning
she came down with her waterproof on her arm, and she had on a new cloth
dress which she had just received from London. Hubert recognised in each
article of attire a sign that she was determined to carry her point. It
seemed cruel to tell her to take her things off, and he glanced at Mrs.
Bentley and wondered if she were offended.

'I hope the drive won't tire you; you know the meet is at least five miles
from here.'

Emily did not answer. She looked charming with her great boa tied about her
throat, and sprang into the dog-cart all lightness and joy.

'I hope you are well wrapped up about the knees,' said Mrs. Bentley.

'Oh yes, thank you; Hubert is looking after me.'