Thefirsthundredyardsoftheircourselayundermotionlesstrees，whoseupperfoliagebegantohisswithfallingdropsofrain。Bythetimethattheyemergeduponagladeitrainedheavily。
“Thisisawkward。”saidGrace，withanefforttohideherconcern。
Winterbornestopped。“Grace。”hesaid，preservingastrictlybusinessmannerwhichbeliedhim，“youcannotgotoShertonto-
night。”
“ButImust！”