"It 's a miracle she consented to leave the car," I said.
"She could n't use it without a chauffeur, and naturally I refused to go without knowing what had happened to you."
"You refused!" I stammered.
"Of course. That was where the row came in. We had a few words, and eventually I was deputed to look you up."
"Deputed!" I echoed, desperately. "They never 'deputed' you to do it, I'm sure."
"They jolly well couldn't help themselves. You can't make a man drive a car if he won't. So they went off in the Germans' carriage, and the Germans were enchanted."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, so miserable now that anger leaked out of my heart like water through a sieve. "It 's all my fault. Did they discharge you?"
"I didn't give them the chance. After a few little things her ladyship said, I felt rather hot in the collar, and discharged myself. That is, I gave them notice that I would go as soon as they could get another chauffeur. It would have been bad form to leave them in the lurch, without anyone, on tour."
The tears came to my eyes, and I was thinking so little about myself that I let them roll down without bothering to wipe them away. "Do, do forgive me," I implored. "But you never can, of course. All through my foolishness you 're out of an engagement. And you depended upon it, I know, from what you said."
"There 's nothing to forgive, my dear little sister,"
