"Yes, sir."
"Wipe it carefully before replacing it."
He turned to Lord Brethe. "You'll excuse me, but you can't be too careful, can you?"
"No, indeed. Quite right, quite right," said the old fool. "We're none of us too old to learn."
The repair was finished at last. I started up the engine, just to make sure she was all right, put away the tools, wiped my hands on a piece of cotton-waste, and resumed my seat in my lady's car without a word.
The girl, looking flushed and anxious, followed her aunt into the car. Lord Brethe climbed in after them. The others stood round.
"It's been awfully kind of you to lend us your chauffeur like this," said Daphne. "I don't know—"
"Oh—er—that's all right," stammered the girl.
"Only too glad," said Lord Brethe. "Mr. Pleydell's been very good and given him several wrinkles well worth having."
"Don't mention it," said Berry, with a smirk.