Moving towards the group of people about the hostess, he encountered Mrs.Toplady.
"Have you a cab ?" she asked.

"If not, there's plenty of room in ours." Dymchurch would have liked to refuse, but hesitation undid him.

Face to face with Mrs.Toplady and May, he drove to the station, and, as was inevitable, performed the rest of the journey in their company.

The afternoon had tired him; alone, he would have closed his eyes, and tried to shut out the kaleidoscopic sensation which resulted from theatrical costumes, brilliant illustrations of the feminine mode, blue sky and sunny glades; but May Tomalin was as fresh as if new-risen, and still talked, talked.

Enthusiastic in admiration of Lady Honeybourne, she heard with much interest that Dymchurch's acquaintance with the Viscount went back to Harrow days.
"That's what I envy you," she exclaimed, "your public school and University education! They make us feel our inferiority, and it isn't fair." Admission of inferiority was so unexpected a thing on Miss Tomalin's lips, that her interlocutor glanced at her.