"Shameless one!" she murmured.

But when the Rajah proposed an adjournment to the gathering-room of
the car, and to luncheon therein, he surprised them standing
hand-in-hand and laughed.

"Hah, you little rebel!" he said. "Do you think you dese've that block
of stock I promised you when you should marry? Anseh me, my deah."

She blushed and shook her head, but the brown eyes were dancing.

The Rajah opened the car door with his courtliest bow.

"Nevertheless, you shall have it, my deah Virginia, if only to remind
an old man of the time when he was simple enough to make a business
confederate of a cha'ming young woman. Straight on, Misteh Adams;
afteh you, Misteh Winton."