Leaning over the scarlet geraniums, she beckoned with both hands.

The result was instantaneous.
Philip bolted for the front door, leaving it open; and, as he darted down the steps, the youthful husband, in strides resembling those of an ostrich, shot past him.

Philip did not cease running until he was well out of Berkeley Square.

Then, not ill-pleased with the adventure, he turned and smiled back at the house of yellow stucco.
"Bless you, my children," he murmured; "bless you!" He continued to the Ritz; and, on crossing Piccadilly to the quieter entrance to the hotel in Arlington Street, found gathered around it a considerable crowd drawn up on either side of a red carpet that stretched down the steps of the hotel to a court carriage.

A red carpet in June, when all is dry under foot and the sun is shining gently, can mean only royalty; and in the rear of the men in the street Philip halted.