Go on to the rank for a quarter of an hour.

Then you can drive away." "You won't be coming back, then, miss ?" the man asked.
"I shall not," she answered, "but I want those men who are following me to think that I am.

They may as well lose a little time for their rudeness." The chauffeur touched his hat and obeyed his instructions.

Miss Penelope Morse plunged into the mazes of the Stores with the air of one to whom the place is familiar.

She did not pause, however, at any of the counters.