“Where to, madam?” inquired the chauffeur.
“This is Colchester, isn’t it?” she demanded nervously, though she knew perfectly well that it was Colchester.
“Yes, madam.”
“Straight through! Straight through!”
“The London road?”
“Yes. The London road,” she agreed. London was, of course, the only possible destination.
“But breakfast, madam?”
“Oh! The usual thing,” said Audrey. “You’ll have yours when I have mine.”
“But we shall run out of petrol, madam.”
“Never mind,” said Audrey sublimely.