I was just going to see if Geraldine could come." Granet was thoughtful for a moment.

He glanced at the little clock on the dashboard opposite to him.
"I tell you what," he suggested, "why not let me motor you and Miss Conyers down?
I don't believe there's another fast train before one o'clock, and we'd get down in a couple of hours, easily.

It's just what I'm longing for, a good stretch into the country." "I should love it," the girl exclaimed, "and I should think Geraldine would.

Will you wait while I run in and see her ?" "Of course," Granet replied.

"Here we are, and there's Miss Conyers at the window.