"Whew!" whistled Mr. Bidlake.
"Anybody special?" asked Dick.
The lawyer smiled. "The incident is decidedly interesting," he replied. "First, she is cousin to Sir Guy Wendover who used to own Wendover Park, and second, she is the daughter of Lord Huntingford, the proudest and most exclusive aristocrat in Surrey."
"No? By Jove, she is handsome!"
"It is said that the Huntingfords rule Social Surrey. If they take you up, your social status is assured; if they boycott you——" and the lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
Dick was silent a few seconds. Evidently he was thinking deeply. "Isn't she glorious?" he cried presently. "I never saw such a dazzling girl. Did you notice her eyes—her complexion? I—I wouldn't have missed it for anything."
The lawyer did not reply. Perhaps he had reasons for his silence.
The car dashed on for another mile, and then Dick gave a cry of delight.
"That's it, isn't it?"
"Yes; that's it."