"You can take us for a drive in the car."
"Us?"
"Yes--us. Me, Dicky, and his fiancée," answered Connie very distinctly.
"Righto!" replied this maddening man unconcernedly.
Connie heaved a patient little sigh, and repeated:--
"Me, Dicky, and--his fiancée."
This effort was more successful.
"Righto!" said Carmyle once more. "Freak engaged again?" he added as an afterthought.
Connie cast up her eyes in a piteous fashion, as if to imply that it is better to have a husband like this than none at all, and replied resignedly:--
"Yes. It's a long story. I wrote you a letter about it last night. Here it is in the post-basket. Read it now; while I run and break the news of your visitation to Lady Adela."