The girl smiled gravely.
"I am afraid you must have had a bad night," she said; "you are only twenty minutes late."
"Mine is the hand that dragged him from his lair, Miss Gilbert," said Reggie languidly. "But for me he would still be in his bath."
The girl looked at him.
"That was very kind of you, Mr. Seton," she said gently. "I have heard you are rather an expert at getting out of hot water yourself."
Tony chuckled.
"Bravo, Musette!" he said. "Right on the point. If you want to follow it up, say you are going to ride inside."
Musette's eyes twinkled.
"Why, of course!" she said. "Where else should I sit?"
Reggie, who was still standing, looked at her appealingly.