"He did that?"
"Yes."
"What did you do?"
Dicky grinned cheerfully.
"I did a pretty bright thing," he said. "It was no business of mine, of course, and I naturally did n't want to start a brawl on the top of a Piccadilly omnibus--"
"Dick, what were you doing on the top of an omnibus at all?" demanded Lady Adela unexpectedly. "Such economies are a new feature of your character."
Dicky nodded his head sagely.
"Yes," he agreed, "that's a sound point--a sound point. What was I doing on the top of that omnibus at all? That's the mystery. I was extremely surprised myself. I have spent whole days since, wondering how I got there. I have come to the conclusion that it was Fate--just Fate! That's it--Fate!"
"My dear boy, don't talk nonsense," said Lady Adela impatiently.
"But I am quite serious, dear Mum," persisted Dicky. "I don't as a rule go following unprotected young females onto the summits of omnibuses--"