“Oh, is there? Thanks.”
“What have you been powdering for?”
“Really, Sir Roger! Besides the sun has ruined my complexion.”
“Oh, the sun,”
“Yes. Don’t be horrid. Do let’s start.”
“But Charlie—”
“I hate riding three in a cab.”
“Oh, and I like riding alone in one, so——”
“No, no. You must come with me. Mr. Ellerton can follow us. He’s always drinking, isn’t he? I dislike it so.”
Sir Roger, with a wink at an unresponsive plaster bust of M. le President, followed her to the door. They had just got into their little victoria when Charlie appeared, cigarette in hand.