He was about to be offered payment which he could not in decency refuse.
He always gave his tips to the butler, and was thought a prize fool for his pains, but his patrons could not know that.
“That is all that is shown, madam.”
The two women inclined their heads.
“Thank you very much,” said the elder pleasantly. “We’ve enjoyed it immensely.”
Willoughby bowed.
For a reason which they could never satisfactorily explain, the two male visitors raised their hats, and the party turned towards the car, which was glittering before the lodge, two furlongs away.
Willoughby felt very grateful. . . .
From a window he watched the quartette making their way along the avenue. He had liked them, and they had made his task easy. Besides, throughout the tour, he had been used as a gentleman.
The girl, especially, seemed to have understood. He was faintly surprised that she had not added her thanks to those of her—her aunt, probably.