"I mean a—flower shop," corrected Miss Spraggs, misliking the look in Mavis's yellow eyes.
Mavis looked towards where she could have seen her old home but for the intervening trees.
"I think I'd better see about my train," she said as she rose.
"Must you, dear?" asked Mrs Devitt.
The men pressed her to stay, particularly Lowther.
"I think I'll go. I want to get back in good time," said Mavis.
"I'll drive you to the station, if I may," volunteered Lowther.
"Thank you; if it's giving you no trouble," she replied.
Lowther left the room. Mavis said good-bye to the others, including Victoria, who joined her for this purpose, from whom the girl learned that Harold was asleep.
As Devitt conducted Mavis to the door, which the fat butler held open, she heard the snorting of a motor; the next minute, a superb car, driven by Lowther, pulled up before the front door. Mavis had never before been in a petrol-propelled carriage (automobiles were then coming into use); she looked forward to her new experience.