But you look positively dangerous in red." "I must leave the business of selection to you, it seems," laughed Violet.

"Well, I am to be your guest, so you shall make your own choice.
By the way, how shall I get to Weir?
Mrs.Bruce has the car, and will probably not return till late.

And Bruce is using the dog-cart.

That only leaves the luggage-cart for me." "I'll fly round to Redlands for the motor.

Nick won't mind.