When I brought 'em back to the hotel, Mr.Curtis sez to me: 'We've enjoyed that ride thoroughly, Brodie, but I had a notion that Central Park was larger.' Dash me, I took 'em over nine miles of roadway, and they thought I had gone in at 59th Street and come out at Eighth Avenue." Devar, too, appreciated the success of his maneuver when he saw Hermione's sparkling eyes and Curtis's complacent air.
"Have you got a sister, Lady Hermione ?" he asked _a propos_ to nothing which she or any other person had said.
"No," she answered, without the semblance of a blush.
"I was only wondering," he said.

"If you had, you might have cabled for her.

I'd just love to take her round the Park in that car." But the rest of that day, not to mention many successive days, was devoted to other matters than love-making.

Shoals of interviewers descended on Curtis and Hermione, on Devar, on Uncle Horace and Aunt Louisa, on Brodie, even on Mrs.Morgan Apjohn when it was discovered that she came to lunch, and on "Vancouver" Devar when he arrived at the Central Station that evening.

Steingall's orders were imperative, however.