[CHAPTER II]
The promised send-off of Verbeena from the Biscuit Hotel had been enthusiastic.
“Very much so,” had said Lady Speedway, the mean thing.
At dawn Musty Ale sent ahead the procession of baggage bearers, the lumbering camels, all of them Verbeena thought showing great facial resemblance to Lady Speedway and hoped some day to tell her so.
But otherwise she just adored them.
“See,” said she to Lord Tawdry who had surprised her by getting up, “the darling camels how they chew and chew and chew and are never satisfied!”
At dawn also on many of the private balconies of the Biscuit Hotel were seen veiled faces. They were veiled by lattices and lace curtains—each with one eye out.
It was the espionage of the Knitting Needle Hussars.
“There she goes, the bold minx,” murmured Mrs. the Honorable General the Earl Dumpydale.