I did not see Miss Damer again until I met her with the others in the hall half an hour later.
She projected a sad smile upon me through her motor-veil, and shook her head.
"I hope you did n't hurt yourself," she said softly.
"I hope the last plumstone did n't choke you!" I replied sternly.
At this moment Lady Adela joined the party, and pronounced sentence as recorded at the beginning of this chapter. The other five accordingly descended the steps and began to pack themselves into the motor.
"May I drive, Dicky?" enquired Miss Damer.
No one ever thought of refusing Miss Damer anything. Her request was evidently the merest matter of form, for she was at the wheel almost as soon as she made it. Even Lady Adela merely smiled indulgently.
"Constance, dear child!" she murmured.
Dicky carefully packed his fiancée into the back seat, where his sister had already taken her place.
"You had better sit between us, I think," said Miss Beverley.