"I had just driven Mr. Rose home from the city, mademoiselle, before he telephoned to the garage that I should come here."
She tossed her cue upon the table, recklessly scattering the balls, and turned toward the door.
"Bring our wraps, Koma," she bade. "We had better go."
Gerard contemplated Lenoir with marked kindness.
"It's a bad day to be out," he commented, in following Isabel from the room, and passed into the chauffeur's hand a gratuity out of all proportion to the occasion.
"Yes, sir," said Lenoir, demurely.
The drive home was short and uninteresting. On the veranda of the Rose villa Corrie was waiting to meet the returning two, upon the limousine's arrival.
"Well, of all the slow traveling I ever saw, this is the limit," he greeted them derisively; "From noon until five o'clock! Fancy!"
"Never mind our driving; we have had a fine time," Isabel retorted, with pettish tartness.