“And listen,” continued Toby. “Quarter ’f an hour I’ll give you for the sake of your pretty face. But at five-fifteen sharp I shall return to bed.”
Cicely blew him a kiss.
“Ugh,” said Toby.
The blue landaulette rolled over the saddle of Sévignac and began to descend slowly into the valley of Laruns.
“Pull the check-string,” said Mrs. Medallion. “I wish to admire the view.”
Her companion put out her head and called on the driver to stop.
As she resumed her seat—
“I wish,” said Mrs. Medallion, “you’d do as you’re told. I ordered a cord on his arm, and there it is. Why avoid a convenience?”
“To tell you the truth,” said Miss Woolly, “I was afraid he mightn’t understand.”