"Spurs," she interjected.
"Well, perhaps they are," he admitted. "Then there are a couple of two-tailed blue lions swimming in a crimson lake——"
"The Melton arms!" she cried. "I looked them up in 'Burke's Peerage' when that old catawampus refused to come to our wedding. We will spend to-night with Lady Diana!"
"But I thought——" began the Consul, when his companion interrupted him, exclaiming:
"Chase that carriage as hard as you know how, and bring it here!"
Allingford felt that this was a time for action and not for speech. The days of his collegiate triumphs, when he had put his best foot foremost on the cinder-track, rose to his mind, and he fled across the green and into the gathering gloom, which had now swallowed up her ladyship's chariot, with a swiftness that caused his companion to murmur: "Well, he can sprint!"
Presently the equipage was seen returning with the heated and triumphant Consul inside. It drew up before her, and the footman alighted and approached questioningly.
"Is this Lady Melton's carriage?" she asked.
"Yes, madam."
"Then you may drive this gentleman and me to Melton Court."