"I think I'd better see about my train," she said as she rose.

"Must you, dear?" asked Mrs Devitt.

The men pressed her to stay, particularly Lowther.

"I think I'll go. I want to get back in good time," said Mavis.

"I'll drive you to the station, if I may," volunteered Lowther.

"Thank you; if it's giving you no trouble," she replied.

Lowther left the room. Mavis said good-bye to the others, including
Victoria, who joined her for this purpose, from whom the girl
learned that Harold was asleep.

As Devitt conducted Mavis to the door, which the fat butler held
open, she heard the snorting of a motor; the next minute, a superb
car, driven by Lowther, pulled up before the front door. Mavis had
never before been in a petrol-propelled carriage (automobiles were
then coming into use); she looked forward to her new experience.

She got in beside Lowther, waved her hand to Devitt and was gone.
She was surprised at the swift, easy motion, but had an idea that,
soon after they left the house, Lowther Devitt was not travelling so
fast as when they set out.

"How delightful!" she cried.