"This," he said, with a sweeping gesture which seemed to include the sunlit garden, the wooded landscape beyond, the house, and even Judith and himself, "has all been a dream, my boy. But it is now high time that you should awake out of sleep. Your real life is beginning now."
The King wrung the little man's hand in silence, and then followed the Duke to the waiting car.
The Duke was already seated inside the car.
The King got into the car, and sat down beside him.
The uniformed chauffeur, whose keen, clean-shaven face was motionless, impassive, a mask, shut the door, and hurried round to the front of the car, and started the engine.
A moment later, the car leapt forward and swept down the drive out into, and up, the narrow, tree-shadowed lane beyond.
CHAPTER XVII
t the top of the lane, a little group of Army officers in khaki service dress, who were standing on a strip of grass beside the hedge on the right, sprang smartly to attention, and saluted, as the car swept past them.