The French chauffeur glanced round and grimaced appreciatively, and Peter felt a fool.

"What am I to call you, then ?" she demanded.

"You are a funny old thing, and now you look more of a Solomon than ever." "Call me Peter," he said.
She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm really beginning to enjoy myself," she said.

"But, look here, you mustn't begin like this.