I'm sure you'll like her." A little compunction, a little curiosity, a sudden revolt against all the discomfiture and sordid doubts she had been suffering from, made Cecilia glance softly at Mr.Purcey's figure; almost before she knew it, she was seated in the A.i.Damyer.

It trembled, emitted two small sounds, one large scent, and glided forward.

Mr.Purcey said: "That's rippin' of you!" A postman, dog, and baker's cart, all hurrying at top speed, seemed to stand still; Cecilia felt the wind beating her cheeks.

She gave a little laugh.
"You must just take me home, please." Mr.Purcey touched the chauffeur's elbow.
"Round the park," he said.

"Let her have it." The A.i.Damyer uttered a tiny shriek.