Her face, which had grown almost too red for one attached to a member of polite society, grew redder still.

She turned away and walked to the window.
"What nonsense we've been talking!" she said, after a moment's silence.
"I don't see what led us into this silly discussion.

Malcolm and your niece must be having a delightful ride.

I almost wish I had gone with them." She did wish it, devoutly.

Captain Elisha still remained by the fire.
"Automobiles are great things for hustlin' around in," he observed.
"Pity they're such dangerous playthings.