Olive Moreton gave a little start as the long, grey, racing car came noiselessly to a standstill by the side of the kerbstone.

Captain Granet raised his hat and leaned from the driving seat towards her.
"Hope I didn't frighten you, Miss Moreton ?" "Not at all," she replied.

"What a perfectly lovely car!" He assented eagerly.
"Isn't she! My uncle's present to me to pass away the time until I can do some more soldiering.

They only brought it round to me early this morning.

Can I take you anywhere ?" "I was just going to see Geraldine Conyers," she began.
"Do you know, I guessed that," he remarked, leaning on one side and opening the door.