I am always nervous of anyone but Marigold trying to carry me.

They seem to stagger and fumble and bungle.

Marigold's arms close round me like an iron clamp and they lift me with the mechanical certainty of a crane.
He jumped up beside the chauffeur and we drove off.
Perhaps when I get on a little further I may acquire the trick of telling a story.

At present I am baffled by the many things that clamour for prior record.

Before bringing Sir Anthony on the scene, I feel I ought to say something more about myself, to explain why Lady Fenimore should have sent for me in so peremptory a fashion.