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Niece and uncle and aunt all sat together on the back seat. As I shut the door: "We don't want to go too far, Norval, or too fast. Lady Brethe is rather tired. I think about twenty miles out and twenty back will do. About two hours altogether." "Yes, madam. Shall I go towards Savavic?" "Yes, I think so."
They were coming in the car from Salzburg, and were going to join me this evening at a farm called Poganec, where I had slept last night and where we were all going to stay. We had told people we were going to fish. I think Jonah meant it. We others were going to sleep and watch him and sleep again. Now, Poganec and Savavic were only seven miles apart, and were served by the same post office.
"Sweet of them." I agreed. "Isn't it! Only, three days ago Betty gets a wire to say her mother's ill, and she has to bolt for the night train to Paris." "Yes. So that uncle dear mustn't come to Savavic at any price. If he does, Betty's absence becomes apparent, and the good old 'impossible position' arises at once.
In fact, they were at opposite ends of the same valley, in the midst of which, half-way between the two, our common village slept in the hot sun. It was in the course of my first walk that I had come upon Savavic. And now, instead of being at Poganec to welcome them this afternoon, here was I at Laipnik pretending to be a chauffeur. What did it matter? I should be back that evening.
A rosy flush lay on the distant snow mountains, and the heavens themselves were filled with a great red glory. The same thought occurred to both of us. "Who wouldn't be a day?" said I. "It's worth living only twelve hours to die a death like that." We reached Savavic about half-past seven. I drove straight to the garage. She watched me put the car away and waited while I slipped into my brogues.
Consequently, I send a nice letter to the one hotel at Laipnik 'to await arrival, saying the road's so bad and hard to find that I'll come over to them instead of their coming here." "Much as you would have loved them to see Savavic." "Exactly. You're rather intelligent." "Oh, I'm often like that. It's in the blood. Grandpa got his B.A.," I explained.
And her being here, I suppose, seemed to save it from being what's called an 'impossible position. Well, a week ago comes a letter from the Brethes that's my uncle and aunt saying they're motoring through Austria to Italy, and are going to stay a night at Laipnik on the way. Would like to run over and see me, as they understand Savavic that's me is only thirty miles away. All very nice."
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