"Poor dear Humphrey" said Beatrice Chillingham, in an undertone to her neighbour, "is exceedingly rude and ungrateful. That's what I think."
The occupants of one vehicle heard the horn, and sought the top of a grassy mound to let the Leviathan go by. And the Leviathan, with characteristic contrariness, stopped.
"Hello," said Mr. Crewe, with a pull at his cap. "I intended to be on the lookout for you."
"That is very thoughtful, Humphrey, considering how many things you have to be on the lookout for this evening," Victoria replied.
"That's all right," was Mr. Crewe's gracious reply. "I knew you'd be sufficiently broad-minded to come, and I hope you won't take offence at certain remarks I think it my duty to make."
"Don't let my presence affect you," she answered, smiling; "I have come prepared for anything."
"I'll tell Tooting to give you a good seat," he called back, as he started onward.
Hastings Weare looked up,at her, with laughter-brimming eyes.