"Yes, and he's been counting the days," broke in Jill. "He has really. Of course, we all have. But——Oh, Adèle, I'm so glad you've come."
Adèle drew my cousin's arm within her own.
"So'm I," she said quietly. "And now—I did have a dressing-case once. And a steamer-trunk.... D'you think it's any good looking for them?"
Twenty minutes later we were all three—four with Nobby—on the front seat of the Rolls, which was nosing its way gingerly out of the town.
"I wonder if you realize," said Adèle, "what a beautiful country you live in."
At the moment we were immediately between an unpleasantly crowded tram and a fourth-rate beerhouse.
"Don't you have trams?" said I. "Or does alcohol mean so much to you? I suppose prohibition is a bit of a jar."
"To tell you the truth, I was thinking of the Isle of Wight. It looked so exquisite as we were coming in. Just like a toy continent out of a giant's nursery."
"Before the day is out," I prophesied, "you shall see finer things than that."
Once clear of the streets, I gave the car her head.