“It’s not for the likes of you to ’it Henglish young ladies!” he cried with patriotic indignation.
Mr. D’Arcy Rosenheimer gasped and gurgled; then he howled furiously, “Ged out of my house! Now—at once—ged out!”
“And pleased I shall be to go—when I’ve bin paid my wages. It’s a month to-morrow since I gave notice, anyhow. I’ve had enough of furriners,” said the footman with cold exultation.
“Go—go—ged oud!” roared Mr. D’Arcy Rosenheimer.
“When I’ve bin paid my wages,” said the footman coldly.
Erebus waited to hear no more. She turned the latch, slipped through the door, and slammed it behind her. To her dismay she saw a big motorcar coming round the corner of the house. She mounted quickly and raced down the drive. Wiggins was already out of sight.
Just outside the lodge gates she found the Terror waiting for her.
“I’ve sent Wiggins on!” he shouted as she passed.
“Come on! Come on!” she shrieked back. “The beastly foreigner’s got a motor-car!”
He caught her up in a quarter of a mile; and she told him that the car had been ready to start. They caught up Wiggins a mile and a half down the road; and all three of them sat down to ride all they knew. They were fully eight miles from home, and the car could go three miles to their one on that good road. The Twins alone would have made a longer race of it; but the pace was set by the weaker Wiggins. They had gone little more than three miles when they heard the honk of the car as it came rapidly round a corner perhaps half a mile behind them.