How could he guess that Mona would cheerfully have given three years' income to leave her uncle at that moment, and "trudge along Regent Street" with him?
"Who is that young fellow?" Sir Douglas was saying. "I seem to know his face."
"He is a Dr Dudley," Mona answered, stooping low to arrange the carriage-rug over her feet.
"Oh, to be sure. I remember—a clever fellow." Sir Douglas fell a-musing for a few minutes. "How did you pick him up, Mona? He told me when I last saw him that he did not know any of the women-students."
CHAPTER LV.
LUCY TO THE RESCUE.
"I have an idea, Mona," said Lucy.
"Have you, dear? I wish I had!"
The two girls were in the Gower Street garden again, and Lucy was swinging lazily in the hammock, just as she had done that summer day nearly two years before.
"You know I told you the Pater had had a little money left him?"