"I'm not awake," came back a sleepy answer. "I am asleep, and dreaming
of Lorraine Vivian. If my man wakes me now, I shall curse him solidly
for half an hour."

"Well, will you dream you are going to take her for a spin into the
country shortly? I happen to know she is fainting for the longing to
breathe country air."

"In my dream I am already waiting at her door, with the Yellow Peril
spluttering its heart out with delight, and eagerness to be off. I
have even dreamt she managed to put a motor bonnet on in half-an-hour -
is it conceivable - or should it be half a day?"

"No, your dream is right. Be outside the door in half an hour, and you
will see."

An hour later they were spinning out into Surrey at an alarming pace,
both silently revelling in the freshness and motion and the fact that
they were too old friends to need to trouble about conversation. When
they dived into the lanes he slowed down, remarking:

"I suppose we mustn't risk scrunching any one up."

Lorraine only smiled, remaining silent a little longer, and then she
suddenly asked him:

"When you feel yourself inclined to fall in love foolishly what do you
do?"

"Well... as a rule..." he began slowly and humorously, "I either cut