"And the uncle's due when?"
"Slept at Laipnik last night. I was to have lunched with them to-day. Oh, the fat's in the fire all right this time. I may expect them any time after three." I reflected a moment. Then:
"I'll drive you to Laipnik," said I. "I'm as safe as a house at the wheel."
"You're awfully good and kind," said the girl, shaking her head, "but it's no good. Think. How on earth would I explain you?"
"It is unnecessary to explain a chauffeur."
"Oh, but you can't—"
"Certainly I can. At any rate, I'm going to. Come along and get changed, mistress."
I scrambled to my feet.
"If you'll show me the way to the garage, I'll be looking over the car. What is she, by the way? And where does your late chauffeur keep his boots?"
"Are you an angel?" said the girl, getting up.