"Be an angel," she said in a caressing voice.
"Certainly," said I. "With or without wings?"
"And open the gate, so that——"
"I know," I cried, "I know. Don't tell me. 'So that the automobile may pass unobstructed between the gate-posts.' Am I right?"
"How on earth did you know?"
"Instinct." I open the door and stepped backwards into the road. "I'm always like this before eating kidneys," I added.
As I re-entered the car—
"Now we can let her out," said Miss Childe contentedly. "It's such a relief to feel there's no speed limit," she added, with a ravishing smile.
As soon as I could trust my voice—
"I shouldn't think your chauffeurs live very long, do they?"