"She won't be home yet, not till it's dark, I expect," said the child.
"Oh, that's a long time yet. Well, since you know me, wouldn't you like to climb in, and have a little run?"
"May I, truly and really?" The little face grew pink with joy.
"Truly and really—if you're not afraid."
"What should I be afraid of?" Rosemary asked.
"I was talking nonsense. Get down, Paul, and put her into the tonneau. You'd better sit by her, perhaps."
The chauffeur proceeded to obey, but when the child found herself being tucked into a back seat of the car, she gave a little protesting cry. "Oh, can't I sit in front with you?"
"Of course you can, if you like. Paul, wrap her up well in the rug. Now, little one, we're going to start. I won't take you too fast."
He turned the car, and passing the Casino drove up the hill, taking the direction of Mentone, when he had reached the top. He had not been over this road before, as he had arrived by way of Nice yesterday; but he had studied road maps, and knew both how and where he wished to go.