He laughed.
“You are sure he’s not the chauffeur?”
“No,” she smiled.
“To think I should have to be a chauffeur after all!” He threw out his hands with the surrendering gesture of one who has ceased to defy destiny. “Didn’t I tell you society’s greatest need was chauffeurs? See how I arose, instinctively, to meet the demand. Your chauffeur, madam—I mean ma’am.”
“It is so lucky that you thought of that!” she replied; then they both laughed again, in delight, as well as mirth, because they shared so entertaining a secret unknown to all the world.
“But I warn you, never let me drive your automobile if you value your life. I am a chauffeur in name only.”
“Never fear,” she answered gaily. “I don’t require your services. I have no automobile—except a little electric; and I drive that myself.”
“Wise woman! If you could only drive your ‘little electric’ of life as cleverly!”
She tossed her head, spiritedly.
“I’ve never had an accident!”