Diana's lips trembled in the vain effort to repress a smile. The man was impossible! It was also very difficult, she found, to remain righteously angry with such an impossible person.
If he saw the smile, he gave no indication of it. Rubbing the window with his hand he peered out.
"I think we are just turning in at the Rectory gates," he remarked carelessly.
In another minute the motor had throbbed to a standstill and the chauffeur was standing at the open door.
"I'm sorry we've been so long coming, sir," he said, touching his hat.
"I took a wrong turning—lost me way a bit."
Then as Errington and Diana passed into the house, he added thoughtfully, addressing his engine:—
"She's a pretty little bit of skirt and no mistake. I wonder, now, if we was lost long enough, eh, Billy?"
CHAPTER VII
DIANA SINGS
"I feel that we are very much indebted to you, Mr. Errington," said Stair, when he and Joan had listened to an account of the afternoon's proceedings—the major portion of them, that is. Certain details were not included in the veracious history. "You seem to have a happy knack of turning up just at the moment you are most needed," he added pleasantly.