"Has he? I say, are you allowed to be out after half-past ten, Herr Schmidt?"
"I haf no one belonging to me to care," he said pathetically.
"We'd give him Aunt Kezia," suggested Denis, sotto voce.
They retired upstairs.
"I say, Nell, I'm beastly hungry," he declared.
"Greedy, didn't they give you a good dinner?"
"Rather! Lancaster did the thing in style. Old man's away. Lancaster seems to pretty well boss the show."
"Why are you hungry, then?"
"Well, I've been out since then." He looked at her with twinkling eyes. "Tearing around in a motor makes you hungry, I can tell you!"
"A—motor!"