“Were you wanting the car, madam?”
She was not, but the suggestion gave her an idea.
“Can we take it as it is?”
“Yes, madam. I’ll just look at the petrol gauge ... But ... I haven’t had my breakfast, madam.”
“What time do you have it?”
“Well, madam, when you have yours.”
“That’s all right, then. You’ve got hours yet. I want you to take me to Flank Hall.”
“Flank Hall, madam?” His tone expressed the fact that his mind was a blank as to Flank Hall.
As soon as Audrey had comprehended that the situation of Flank Hall was not necessarily known to every chauffeur in England, and that a stay of one night in Frinton might not have been enough to familiarise this particular one with the geography of the entire district, she replied that she would direct him.
They were held up by a train at the railway crossing, and a milk-cart and a young pedestrian were also held up. When Audrey identified the pedestrian she wished momentarily that she had not set out on the expedition. Then she said to herself that really it did not matter, and why should she be afraid ... etc., etc. The pedestrian was Musa. In French they greeted each other stiffly, like distant acquaintances, and the train thundered past.