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. "Eh!" "I've never been in a motor before." "What?" "I really haven't. Don't talk: I want to enjoy it." Seeing that the girl was disinclined for speech, he increased the pace. Mavis was quite disappointed at the short time it took to reach the station. They got out, when Mavis learned that she had twenty minutes to wait. She was sorry, as she disliked the ardent way in which Lowther looked at her. She answered his remarks in monosyllables. "I'm afraid you're no end angry with me," he said presently. "Why?" she said coldly. "Because I punished Jill for disobedience." "It was cruel of you." "I made sure she was worrying you." "Indeed!" "But it was almost worth while to upset you, you looked so fine when you were angry." "Did it frighten you?" she asked half scornfully. "Almost. You looked just like a young tigress." "I've been told that before." "Then you often get angry?" "If I'm annoyed. But it's soon over." "I go up to town sometimes," he said presently. "How clever of you!" "I go up to my club--the Junior Constitutional. May I look you up when I run up next?" "Here's the train coming in." "Bother! It's so nice talking to you. I'm no end of sorry the mater isn't taking you on." "I am too," replied Mavis, who, at once, saw the meaning that Lowther might misread into her words. "Can I look you up when next I'm in town?" he asked eagerly. "Oh yes, you can look me up," she replied diffidently. "We ought to go out to supper one evening." "I should be delighted." "You would! Really you would?" "If you brought your sister. I must find a seat." "No hurry. It always waits some time here; milk-cans and all that. By Jove! I wish I were going up alone with you. And that's what I meant. I thought we'd go out to supper at the Savoy or Kettner's by ourselves, eh?" She looked at him coldly, critically. "Or say the Carlton," he added, thinking that such munificence might dazzle her. "I'll get in here," she said. Seeing Mavis select a third-class carriage, his appreciation of her immediately lessened. "Tell you what," he said to her through the window, "we won't bother about going out to grub; we'll have a day in the country; we can enjoy ourselves just as much there. Eh, dear? Oh, I beg your pardon, but you're so pretty, you know, and all that."