"He's a game old chap, is Dad," continued the dutiful daughter, "but he's on the lowest peg at present. However, I landed the Honourable last night, so things ought to look up now."
Pip, who regarded the love of a man for a maid as something rather more sacred than honour itself, fairly gasped at this offhand remark.
"You mean—you are engaged to him?"
"Yes," said the Principal Boy in a matter-of-fact tone. "He asked me last night at the 'George,' when you were tinkering at the car."
"Oh! Congratulations!" said Pip awkwardly.
"Thanks. But all the hard work has to come yet."
"What do you mean?"
"We've landed him. Now we have to skin him!"
After this somewhat unfeeling reference to her intended, Miss Lottie sat silent, evidently wondering whether her sudden liking for the quiet chauffeur had not caused her to be a little indiscreet.
Presently Pip said—