“So I’ve heard,” said Toby. “It’s a compelling phrase that, isn’t it? ‘Once you’re up.’ ”
Miss Voile began to laugh.
“I give in,” she said. “Fix your own time, Toby, and I’ll be there.”
Captain Rage pulled his moustache.
“My dear good child,” he said, “I don’t want to spoil your day. If it’ll really amuse you to leave at five——”
“Oh, I should love it, Toby. I’ve always wanted to drive up into the dawn. You see, with summer time it’ll be four really.”
“Yes, I—I’d thought of that,” said Toby.
“And we’ll have the roads to ourselves, and you can let her out and—and—oh, it’ll be glorious.”
“So be it,” said Toby Rage. “Five B.C. to-morrow as ever is.”
“Oh, you darling!” cried Cicely.