Again he glanced up quickly.
“Any one else?”
“No. His chauffeur is down with ‘flu’.”
“Was it some one you knew, then?”
“No. He told me on the way in.”
“Am I to gather that you returned to London alone, in a motor-car, with a perfect stranger?”
“I’m afraid you are.”
“Why didn’t Dick come with you? Surely if he takes you out for the day he might at least see you safely home. I never heard of such proceedings in my life. The man might have been a positive blackguard. Had you any idea who he was?”
“No, none; but what’s the use of making a fuss! It’s all right now, and I’m safely at home; which is surely better than being in some weird village all night, and you wondering what on earth had become of me.”
“That is not the question. It’s the whole circumstance from beginning to end. I consider Dick’s behaviour most reprehensible.”