“I doubt whether much of this is not wasted on a Chief Constable,” thought the Duke.
“Are you married?” she asked.
“I am not,” said the Duke, turning sharply round as he spoke. He fancied that he had heard Monsieur Alphonse exclaim “Mon Dieu!” It must have been a mistake. Both Monsieur Alphonse and Frank appeared to be asleep.
“I’m going to be.”
“You’ve conveyed that to me already.”
“He’s such a dear!”
“I think, Ferdinand, that we might venture on going a little faster,” said the Duke. “Your licence is new: we will take the risk.”
Perhaps Miss Angela detected a certain lack of enthusiasm in the Duke’s demeanour. At any rate she said no more about the Chief Constable. From no point of view, if we consider the matter, would the topic be a grateful one to her host.
They were on the outskirts of London, flashing by Hampstead Heath.
“Is this actually London?” she asked, somewhat alarmed. “You will remember your promise?”