"How could I possibly?"
"No, you couldn't of course, but I never thought it of you."
"Nor I of you," he answered. "I'll test you. 'The cow is in the garden.'"
"'The cat is in the lake,'" she answered instantly.
"'The pig is in the hammock?'"
"'What difference does it make?'" she shouted triumphantly.
For the rest of the drive to Brighton their laughter never stopped. Nothing draws a man and a woman together as laughter does—when it is intimate to themselves, a mutual language not to be understood of others. They became extraordinary friends, as if they had known each other from childhood, and the sunset fires in all their glory passed unheeded.
Although he could hear nothing of what they said, there was a sympathetic grin upon the chauffeur's face at the ringing mirth behind him.
"It's your turn to suppose now, Mr. Lothian."
"Well—wait a minute—oh, let's suppose that Mr. Podley once wrote a moral poem—you to play!"