And so it came about that next day, with the pretty Winnie--for that was her name--seated at his side, Garrett drove the car along to Savona, chatting merrily with her, and discovering her to be most _chic_ and charming. Her parents lived in London, she informed him, in Queen's Gate. Her father was in Parliament, sitting for one of the Welsh boroughs. The run was delightful, and was the commencement of a very pleasant friendship. He saw that his little friend was in no way averse to a violent flirtation, and indeed, he spent nearly the whole of the next morning with her in the garden. The chauffeur had already disregarded the Parson's advice, and had fallen desperately in love with her. As they sat in the garden she told him that her mother was a Roumanian lady, of Bucharest, whose sister had married the enormously wealthy landowner, Prince Charles of Krajova. For the past two years she had lived in Paris, Vienna and Bucharest, with her aunt, and they were now at San Remo to spend the whole winter. "But," she added, with a wistful look, "I far prefer England. I was at school at Folkestone, and had a most jolly time there. I was so sorry to leave to come out here." "Then you know but little of London?" "Very little," she declared. "I know Folkestone better. We used to walk on the Leas every day, or play hockey and tennis. I miss my games so very much," she added, raising her fine big eyes to his. At his invitation she walked down to the town and back before luncheon, but not without some hesitation, as perhaps she thought her aunt might not like it. On the Promenade they met his Highness, but he gave them no sign of recognition. "That gentleman is staying at our hotel," she remarked after he had passed. "I saw on the list that he is a Mr Tremlett, from London." "Yes--I also saw that," remarked the chauffeur. "Looks a decent kind of fellow." "Rather a fop, I think," she declared. "My aunt, however, is anxious to know him, so if you make his acquaintance, will you please introduce him to us?" "I'll be most delighted, of course, Miss Dalrymple," he said, inwardly congratulating himself upon his good fortune. And an hour later he wrote a note to the Prince and posted it, telling him of what the girl had said. While the Parson monopolised the Princess, Garrett spent most of the time in the company of Winifred Dalrymple. That afternoon he took the Parson and the ladies for a run on the car, and that evening, it being Christmas Eve, there was a dance, during which he was on several occasions her partner.