"If his parents are going to break it off for him," said Amelia to herself in a puzzled whisper, "what does he want to go writing to her for?"
CHAPTER XXIV
A GARDEN PLOT IN RUSSELL SQUARE
Outside, leaning contentedly against the railings of the garden opposite to the Maison Welwyn, and enjoying the spring sunshine, Dicky encountered the Carmyles.
"Hallo, you two!" he said. "What are you doing here? Liable to get run in for loitering, hanging about like this."
"We have followed you, Dicky," began Connie rapidly, "to tell you that your mother is coming up to town, and--"
"Mother--already?"
Connie nodded.
"Fourth speed in," confirmed Mr. Carmyle. "Live axle--direct drive--open exhaust."
"Trailing your father behind her," added Connie. "I understand you had an interview with them this morning."