"My doing," Kendrick interrupted. "I'm his broker. Did you buy the
Rolls-Royce, Wingate?"
"I brought it away with me, chauffeur and all."
"The most delightful car I ever rode in," Josephine pronounced.
Phipps manoeuvred his way to her side. There was a frown on his forehead as he leaned towards her.
"So a Rolls-Royce is your favourite make of car, Lady Dredlinton," he remarked.
"Absolutely! I can't conceive of anything more comfortable. Mr. Wingate has promised to let me try it in the country next week."
"So my Wolseley is to be scrapped?" Phipps asked, under his breath.
She looked at him pleasantly enough but with a dangerous light in her eyes.
"Have you a Wolseley?" she murmured. "Oh, yes, I remember! You offered to send it around to take me shopping."
"I sent it around three mornings," he replied. "You did not use it once.
You did not even open the note I left inside."