"Not so dusty," said Adèle thoughtfully. "All the same——"
A report like that of a gun blew the sentence to blazes.
Heavily I took the car in to the side of the road….
A second tire went upon the outskirts of Pau.
Happily we had two spare wheels….
As I was wearily resuming my seat, Berry, Daphne, and Jill went by with a cheer.
Slowly we followed them into the town….
It was not until we were stealing up our own villa's drive that at length I remembered the question which for over an hour I had been meaning to put to my wife.
As I brought the car to a standstill—
"What was it," I demanded, "that you had begun to say when we had the first burst near Bidache? We were talking about how much Berry was up, and you said——"