“Yes, twice,” she replied. “No, I’m not frightened—of the aeroplane.”
“Well, you’re not frightened of me, anyway,” he said. “I’m fierce, but not frightful.”
He pulled back a leathern flap, disclosing an opening, through which he thrust his head. “You ought to go in for flying, Kitty,” he went on. “It’s the real sport—there’s nothing like it. Motoring is tame—and I tell you what, I’ve a good mind to carry you off to see old Billy and butt in on his honeymoon.”
“Billy!” she cried, turning on him suddenly. “Do you mean my brother?”
“Here, steady on!” he said. “You’ll have the old bus over if you jolt us like that.”
“You must put me down at once,” she went on. “I must see Mr. Holt and Mr. Thoyne. Do you hear? At once.”
Jimmy Trevor saw that she was serious, and immediately gave the order to descend.
“I’m awfully sorry, Kitty,” he said. “I was only—it was only a bit of a joke. I would like to apologise, if you—”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Kitty replied sharply. “Only be quick, and don’t talk until we are out.”
“But you will forgive—”