“It is for us” said he proudly, so they stepped in, the man snapt the door to, and drove to the park. Hardly had they arrived there when a very nice thing occurred for as they glided along the smooth path between the trees, looking very chic and bored, who should they meet but the Countess who had been at the party the first night they burst upon a startled world. So they drew up. The countess who was in a thin white car and working it herself stopped too seeming to know them, and so they had a little chat. “Goodmorning I am the Countess, perhaps you dont recollect me” said she, without smiling or letting the stiff look off her face. Selia who had been about to give a grin stopped herself just in time and continued to have the bored look, which she now knew was the thing when meeting a pal. “Indeed yes” she said very slow as tho’ too tired, yet in her heart determined to push forward now or never, “you were _so_ kind to us.” “Oh dont pray mention it” the smart lady replyed with a well-trained smile, “only too pleased and if you would care to come and have tea with me to-morrow I shall be very delited. I dont think my husband will mind.” “Certainly we will and thank you” said Mr. Withersq, as though he had not heard that last bit. “Is that your dog?” inquired Selia, wishing to chat on for she liked to be beheld chatting in the Park, more so with a Countess. “Yes, that is Lipstick my poodle” the beauty said yawning, but it wasn’t realy a poodle, rather more like a white dashund with rough hare and very polished eyes. “How sweet he is” lisped Selia. “Is not he?” replyed their new friend “and how charming your new car is!” “Yes” said Selia “it is not so bad,” and her heart gave a secret bound with pride, “well we must toddle now. Gooby.” “Gooby” replyed the Countess and pulled a thing and so moved away, leaving them very pleased with how they were getting on. When they had gone all along the gravel path, and across the bridge by the Serpentine and up to Bayswater, and then back, having successfully caused a few horses with riders on them to dance on their back legs, which is why many folks go in motors in the Park, as this is a sort of sport, Selia spoke again. “It is a very nice car indeed” she said a little in confusion, “and runs smooth as butter. But now I must be getting back dear Harold.” Scowling on her, Mr. Withersq poked his head out of the side door and told the man to go back to the hotel, which he did, making that popping noise all down Piccadilly, and when they got to the door Mr. Withersq got out, helped Selia down, raised his hat and waited for her to depart within the hotel. Dearly wishing to teaze his male curiossity she lingered a little until stung into madness by her mystery he said very stern. “Do not trifle with a good man’s affections.”