But of course everything had been altered since Richard Dawson's coming; and she only said to him not to keep me out too late as I was not over-strong.
I had thought we were going to walk, but when we had gone a little way down the avenue I saw drawn up to one side a very smart motor-brougham with a smart chauffeur on the box, and I wondered whose it might be.
"It is for you, darling," my lover replied.

"Do you not like it, Bawn?
It is a surprise for you." I wished I could have thanked him better; but nothing gave me any pleasure.

He put me in and tucked me up in a warm rug.

It was, indeed, a most luxurious carriage, and it went like the wind.
"You give me too much," I said for the thousandth time.
"And you give me too little," he answered.

"I suppose you think that is how to keep me.