"Good!" exclaimed Anne. "You know, mother, Rimini has gone to New York to receive that Tancredi, and Benoir, the second chauffeur, is in the hospital. I must have a driver for a day or so. He may for a while, may he not, mother?" She nodded to Armitage. "If you will go out to the garage, please, I shall have Mr. Dawson give you some clothing. I think he can fit you. I--" "One moment, Anne," interrupted her mother. "You do run on so. Just wait one moment. You seem to forget I am, or at least was, about to engage McCall as a physical instructor, not a _mecanicien_." Mrs. Wellington was fundamentally opposed to being manoeuvred, and her daughter's apparent attempt at _finesse_ in this matter irritated her. She was fully bent now upon declining to employ Armitage in any capacity and was on the point of saying so, when Anne, who had diagnosed her trend of mind, broke in. "Really, mother, I am perfectly sincere. But this situation, you must admit, was totally unexpected--and I must have a driver, don't you know. Why, I 've planned to take Prince Koltsoff, oh, everywhere." This won for her. Mrs. Wellington even when irritated was altogether capable of viewing all sides of a matter. "Very well," she said. "I shall consider the other matter. When you are through with McCall, let me know." Anne's eyes sparkled with relief. "Mother, you are a dear." She walked over and touched her affectionately on her arm. "McCall, if you will go out to the garage, Mr. Dawson will show you your room and give you some clothes. I may want you any time, so please don't go far from the garage." As Armitage passed out, guided by Miss Hatch, Mrs. Wellington turned to her daughter. "Well, Anne," she said, "he lied and lied and lied. But I do believe some of the things he said and some he did n't. I believe him to be honest and I believe he will be good for the boys. He himself is a magnificent specimen, certainly. But I don't reconcile one thing." "What is that, mother?" "He is a gentleman and has been bred as one; that is perfectly evident." "Oh, no doubt," replied her daughter with apparent indifference. "One of the younger son variety you meet in and out of England, I fancy." "I suppose so," said Mrs. Wellington. "Is that why you invited him to sit with us in church? Why you spoke to him on the _General_? Why you wanted me to employ him?" "I don't know," replied Anne frankly. "He interested me. He does yet. He is a mystery and I want to solve him." "May an old woman give you a bit of advice, Anne? Thank you," as her daughter bowed. "Remember he is an employee of this house. He sought the position; he must be down to it. Keep that in your mind--and don't let him drive fast. In the meantime, how about his license?" Anne stamped her foot. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. "I forgot all about that beastly license. What can we do?" She faced her mother. "Mother, can't you think of something? I know you can arrange it if you will."