“Well, its malady was grave. I think it had tonsillitis, judging from the sounds it made.”
“Indeed? But it seemed to go very well.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said that it seemed to go very well.”
“You have seen it?”
“Yes, it passed the house yesterday at about two o’clock.”
“There are a great many blue cars in the world,” he defended.
“Has it returned yet?” she asked, unheeding.
“No. The fact is, I was on my way to Stillhaven to visit friends there, so I sent the car on for them to use. I have observed that, failing my presence, the car does fairly well for my friends.”