"Perhaps I have been a little fool," she philosophised. "After all, a man doesn't in the least realise how a woman——"
"What are you going to do to-day?" asked her husband.
"This afternoon I am going over to Croxley Dene to play tennis."
"Anything this morning?"
"I am going to order the motor for twelve o'clock"—rather reluctantly. "I suppose Vick will be back from Kilchester."
"Oh, yes. Are you going out to lunch somewhere?"
"N-no."
"Just a drive?"
"Yes. The fact is," said poor Daphne, hating herself for feeling like a child detected in a fault, "I am going to try my hand at driving the motor myself."
There was a pause, and Juggernaut continued to gaze out of the window, while Daphne pleated the table-cloth.