The motor had recently been painted green, because Felicity had said it was too compromising to drive with Wilton in a scarlet one.
"Never better, sir," said the chauffeur.
"You know I was right, Pearce. Green suits her much better than scarlet. In fact, I rather doubt whether you could point me out a case in which I am ever wrong, Pearce. With regard to the motor, I mean, of course."
"Oh no, sir."
"How do you mean 'Oh no'? Do you mean I'm ever wrong then?"
"Oh no, sir."
They both looked with suppressed pride at the automobile which was snorting rather impatiently under these personal remarks.
Greenstock appeared.
"Will you step in, sir?"
At the summons Wilton sprang out and ran quickly up into the drawing-room.