"Do you always get your running repairs done this way, Tiny?" enquired Dicky of Carmyle. "As a rule. Connie loves it. Gives her a chance of talking prettily to people and smiling upon them, and all that. She thinks her smile is her strong point." "I should be afraid," said Tilly. "Connie is afraid of nothing on earth," said Carmyle. "Why, she--" he flushed red and broke off, realizing that he had been guilty of the solecism of paying a public tribute to his own wife. "Here’s another car coming," he said. "This looks more like what we want." A long, lean, two-seated apparition, with a bonnet like the bow of a battleship, had swung round the bend, and was already slowing down at the spectacle of beauty in distress. It contained two goggled and recumbent figures. Presently it slid to a standstill beside the stranded car, and its occupants leaped eagerly forth. "Metallurgique, twenty-forty," announced Dicky, with technical precision. "Undergraduates--or subalterns," added Carmyle contentedly, beginning to fill his pipe. "That’s all right. You two had better go for a little walk, while I stay here and keep an eye on the breakdown gang." He produced from his greatcoat pocket a copy of "The Sunday Times," and having spread it on the ground at the foot of a convenient tree, sat down upon it with every appearance of cheerful anticipation, already intent upon the, to him, never-palling spectacle of his wife adding further scalps to her collection. Dicky and Tilly, nothing loath, wandered farther along the hillside, under strict injunctions not to return for twenty minutes. It was the first time that they had found themselves alone since their arrival on the previous evening, and they had long arrears of sweet counsel to make up. "Dicky," said Tilly, suddenly breaking one of those long silences that all lovers know, "have you ever--loved any one before me?" Most men are asked this question at some time in their lives, and few there be that have ever answered it without some mental reservation. But The Freak merely looked surprised--almost hurt. "Loved any one _before_? I should think I had!" he replied. "Who has n’t?" "I have not," said Tilly, Dicky was quite prepared for this.