Timothy gave a perplexed smile, and turned to Miss Leslie.
"We must leave it with you to decide, Aunt Keziah," he said. "What have you to say?"
"Honk, honk honk!" replied Aunt Keziah wildly. Timothy rose to his feet, and smiled apologetically upon the gentlemen in frock-coats.
"I fear," he said, "that there is nothing for it but to go home and look. Good-morning!"
After two hours of this sort of imbecility the troupe found itself consuming ices in Bond Street, having become possessed so far of two bath-mats and a waste-paper basket.
"Now we must be serious," announced Miss Leslie, wiping her eyes. She had learned to her cost this morning that no woman is ever too old to be immune from a fit of the giggles. "Mr. Rendle, will you kindly go home?"
Timothy's only reply was to dash out of the tea-shop and into an optician's on the other side of the street. Presently he returned, putting something in his pocket.
"Fall in and follow me!" he commanded.
"Where are we going to?" enquired Peggy, as the expedition meekly complied.