A sudden gleam of wicked mirth flashed across his face.
"Has the time, then, seemed so long?" he demanded coolly.
Diana's lips trembled in the vain effort to repress a smile. The man was
impossible! It was also very difficult, she found, to remain righteously
angry with such an impossible person.
If he saw the smile, he gave no indication of it. Rubbing the window
with his hand he peered out.
"I think we are just turning in at the Rectory gates," he remarked
carelessly.
In another minute the motor had throbbed to a standstill and the
chauffeur was standing at the open door.
"I'm sorry we've been so long coming, sir," he said, touching his hat.
"I took a wrong turning--lost me way a bit."
Then as Errington and Diana passed into the house, he added thoughtfully,
addressing his engine:--
"She's a pretty little bit of skirt and no mistake. I wonder, now, if we
was lost long enough, eh, Billy?"
CHAPTER VII
DIANA SINGS
"I feel that we are very much indebted to you, Mr. Errington," said
Stair, when he and Joan had listened to an account of the afternoon's
proceedings--the major portion of them, that is. Certain details were
not included in the veracious history. "You seem to have a happy knack
of turning up just at the moment you are most needed," he added
pleasantly.
"I think I must plead indebtedness to Miss Quentin for allowing me such
unique opportunities of playing knight errant," replied Max, smiling.
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