"Ought not to have come? What nonsense, mother! It has been quite an amusing experience to see the way these people pass their evenings; they are quite nice and respectable. I confess now I should be glad to see our carriage. I feel I'm getting smoke-dried like bacon—or ham, is it?"
It was evident that the elder of the two ladies was rather frightened and losing her head.
"I'll not do this again without a man of our own," she said with nervous irritability.
Paul stepped forward, raising his hat. "Is your carriage anywhere about? Can I get it for you?"
"Oh, thank you so much. It's a private one from the Hotel de Flandres, and I told the man to stop here."
"Unfortunately the police regulations interfere with your orders," Paul said, with a slight smile. "He must take his place in the ranks. I will soon find it for you if you will stay here."
"Name, Webster," said the older lady.
So Paul, with a nod to Sally to stay where she was, hurried off, returning in a moment with the carriage.
"Thanks so much," said the girl whom Sally admired, as Paul handed her in and closed the door behind her.
"I was quite glad of the time to consider her more closely!" cried Sally, as they drove off. "I've never seen what I call an absolutely perfect face before. I wonder if I shall see her again?"