"I see. It was lucky you passed." Evidently Iris' presence prevented any display of hostility. "Well, the rain is over now, but"--he glanced at Iris' bandaged wrist--"you oughtn't to ride home if you're disabled. What do you say, Dr. Anstice?"
"I think, seeing it is the right wrist, it would be neither wise nor easy for Miss Wayne to ride," said Anstice professionally, and Cheniston nodded.
"Well, we will leave the cycle here, and send one of the men for it presently," he said. "Luckily I have got Chloe's car, and I can soon run you over, Iris. I suppose that is your motor outside?" he added, turning to Anstice with sudden briskness.
"Yes." Anstice glanced towards the window. "It is fine now, and I must be off, at any rate."
He packed the things he had used back into their little case, and turned towards the door.
"Good morning, Miss Wayne. I hope your wrist won't give you any further pain."
"Good-bye, Dr. Anstice." She held out her left hand with a smile. "Ever so many thanks. I don't know what I should have done if you had not passed just then!"
The trio went out together, after a word to the mistress of the cottage; and Bruce helped Iris into the car with an air of proprietorship which did not escape the notice of the other man.
"Hadn't you better start first, Dr. Anstice?" Cheniston spoke with cool courtesy. "Your time is more valuable than ours, no doubt!"
"Thanks. Yes, I haven't time to waste." His tone was equally cool. "Good morning, Miss Wayne. 'Morning, Cheniston."
A moment later he had started his engine; and in yet another moment his car was out of sight round the corner of the road.