Don't say no." There was the car--a luxurious 40 h.p.machine, upholstered in green; there was Clem Sypher, pink and strong, appealing to her with his quick eyes; there was the sunshine and the breathless blue of the sky; and there was Septimus Dix, a faithful bodyguard.

She wavered and turned to Septimus.
"What do you say ?" She was lost.

Septimus murmured something inconclusive.

Sypher triumphed.
She went indoors to get her coat and veil.

Sypher admiringly watched her retreating figure--a poem of subtle curves--and shrugging himself into his motor coat, which the chauffeur brought him from the car, he turned to Septimus.
"Look here, Mr.Dix, I'm a straight man, and go straight to a point.