THE MOTOR MAID
63
"If so, I 'm sure we deserve it."
I sighed, thinking of her ladyship's transformation, and lacing up her boots. "Well, there 's a lot to make up for."
And he gave me another look—a very nice look, although he could see nothing of me but eyes and one third of a nose. "If I can ever at all help to make up, in the smallest way, you must let me try," he said.
I ceased to think that his profile was cross, or even stern.
I was glad that the chauffeur and I were in the same box—I mean, the same car.
