As luck would have it, the waggon was about to pass the car when the landaulette arrived. There not being room for three vehicles abreast, the landaulette had to wait. This she did quietly enough six paces away.
The waggon went rumbling. . . .
Then the bullocks saw Mrs. Medallion’s blue parasol and sought to leave the road. Their frantic owner strove to correct them with blows and howls. . . .
Pipe in mouth, the fair-haired man who had been tightening a bolt beneath the grey car’s wing watched the scene with a smile. . . .
Mrs. Medallion put up her lorgnettes.
“Desire that man to come here,” she said. “He’s my nephew.”
Miss Woolly descended and went up to Captain Rage.
“Please will you come,” she said, “and speak to Mrs. Medallion?”
Toby started violently, dropped his spanner and snatched his pipe from his mouth.
Then, with a sickly smile, he took off his hat. . . .