Mr. Russell looked at the heiress with mild condescension.
"Thank you, I prefer doing it alone, and then there can be no mistake. I should not wish to stop your lessons in motor driving, Miss Whitburn."
"I've nearly conquered it; I've stuck up over my dressing table, 'Laborare est orare,' that means the 'motor-car.'"
"Well, Toney, I hope it won't soon be your epitaph this neat Latin," smiled her uncle.
Happily Lady Dove soon got into most interesting conversation with Mr. Russell on the subject of social duties, so that Toney was then able to escape and to beckon to her uncle and Mrs. Faber to come and help her. Sir Evas could not help laughing heartily when he contemplated the pyramid of letters.
"This beats even you, Toney! Confess what you have been doing. Your aunt thinks the poor young man has such a large circle of friends."
"Oh, Toney, what is the new scheme?" said Mrs. Faber smiling.
Toney pulled her advertisement out of her pocket.
"I was so much afraid you would see it, but really I didn't guess the people would answer so promptly."
"Good heavens! Russell will be tabulating for days!"