Lord John had shaken hands with Dick Farnborough and walked him towards the window, saying through the torrent—
'Now they'll tell each other for the next ten minutes that she's an hour earlier than we expected.'
Although young Farnborough had looked upon the blooming addition to the party with an undisguised interest, he readily fell in with Lord John's diplomatic move to get him out of the way. He even helped towards his own effacement, looking out through the window with—
'The Freddy Tunbridges said they were coming to you this week.'
'Yes, they're dawdling through the park with the Church Brigade.'
'Oh, I'll go and meet them;' and Farnborough disappeared.
As Lord John turned back to his two ladies he offered it as his opinion—
'That discreet young man will get on.'
'But how did you get here?' Lady John was still wondering.
Breathless, the girl answered, 'He motored me down.'