Dinner is at one.
_Good_-morning!' Philip sat down in the dark archway and gazed helplessly at the twisted strands of the carpet.

After a moment of hesitation Lucy sat down too, clasped her arms round her knees, and she also gazed at the carpet.

They had all the appearance of shipwrecked mariners looking out over a great sea and longing for a sail.
'Ha ha--tee hee!' said a laugh close behind them.

They turned.

And it was the motor-veiled lady, the hateful Pretenderette, who had crept up close behind them, and was looking down at them through her veil.
'What do you want ?' said Philip severely.
'I want to laugh,' said the motor lady.