After twenty-four eventful hours our two students of human motives found themselves together again by the fireplace in the Old George smoking-room. They had resumed their overnight conversation, in a state of considerable tension.
“If you find the accommodation of the car insufficient,” said Sir Richmond in a tone of extreme reasonableness, “and I admit it is, we can easily hire a larger car in a place like this.”
I would not care if you hired an omnibus, said Dr. Martineau. “I am not coming on if these young women are.”
“But if you consider it scandalous—and really, Martineau, really! as one man to another, it does seem to me to be a bit pernickety of you, a broad and original thinker as you are——”
“Thought is one matter. Rash, inconsiderate action quite another. And above all, if I spend another day in or near the company of Miss Belinda Seyffert I shall—I shall be extremely rude to her.”
“But,” said Sir Richmond and bit his lower lip and considered.
“We might drop Belinda,” he suggested—turning to his friend and speaking in low, confidential tones. “She is quite a manageable per-