"You have always misjudged me," he said. "My real tastes are as simple as a schoolboy's. Have some?"
He poured out a glass and handed it to Reggie, at the same time casting a critical eye over the latter's clothes.
"My dear Reggie," he said, "you are very beautiful, but do you think that's the most suitable costume for motoring down to Newmarket in?"
"Quite," said Reggie contentedly, "if one goes inside."
"Oh," replied Tony, "you've arranged it, have you? May I hear the details?"
"Certainly," said Reggie, sipping gracefully from his glass. "You will perform your usual miracles with the steering-wheel, Musette will watch you with grave approval, and Gwendoline and I will sit behind and hold hands."
"And suppose Musette wants to go inside?"
Reggie smiled.
"I am not the least afraid of that," he said.
Tony got up from the bed and began to shed his bath robe.