"Silas' motorcoach broke down so we need to wait till morning to see how it is." Hazel answers, cordially. "How long I stay depends on how bad the damage is. What is this festivel by the way? are you expecting many to come?"

Things began to make a little more sense now. If Silas wanted to be at the festivel, or at least get a young sucker to spend her money, he should just have asked straight up. If this was a festivel with a market, she might just be able to make a profit.