"Easy."
"Then I'll just swallow a snack of grub and push off straight away.
Get your engine started."
"There's a lovely pie in the larder, dear," said Mrs. Barraclough.
"Just the sort you like best. Jane! My motor cloak and bonnet."
She took Anthony's hand and they hurried kitchenward together.
Flora and Jane looked at one another, their eyes adance with excitement.
"Oh, isn't this gorgeous," said Jane.
"Simply topping," echoed Flora.
"You lucky beast to be going up with him."
"I like that, when you've got a shooting programme."
"Oh, well, I suppose the honours are divided. Good luck."