“Ah that is a secret” she said archly, feeling [91] ]now she had got her own back and she coyly rubbed his ears over till they were redder than ever.
“Remember. You are mine” he urged rather stern for his was a true love. “I trust you.”
“Not half” responded she, and changed the subject.
Mr. Withersq now popped her on the floor and got up, feeling for his gloves and hat, as he had got quite used to nice ways now.
“Come sweet” he cried, having found them on a green silk sofa under the window. “I have something to show you.”
So he led her down the red-carpet stairs towards the hotel door, and the uniform man worked the whirling doors for them very humbly.
“Lo” he cried.
Oh what a treat for Selia! Drawn up to the footwark what should be there but a motor [92] ]car painted blue with a blue-coat man to drive it and on the door was painted £sd just as Mr. Withersq had had put on all his underlinen.
“It is for us” said he proudly, so they stepped in, the man snapt the door to, and drove to the park.
Hardly had they arrived there when a very nice thing occurred for as they glided along the smooth path between the trees, looking very chic and bored, who should they meet but the Countess who had been at the party the first night they burst upon a startled world. So they drew up. The countess who was in a thin white car and working it herself stopped too seeming to know them, and so they had a little chat.