"Oh! Good. Bertie's always exhilarating." CHAPTER VI AN AGREEABLE RATTLE A moment later there entered the room a slim, good-looking young man of about twenty-five years old, whose eyes were very bright and whose clothes were very smart, and who gave the impression of being at once in the highest spirits and at least a year in advance of the very latest expression of the mode. He was very fair, clean shaven, with smooth blond hair, white teeth, and the most mischievous smile in London. Bertie Wilton had the reputation of being the wittiest of all the dandies, but his one great weakness was a mania for being _dans le mouvement_, and a certain contempt for any ideas, however valuable, that had been suggested earlier than, say, yesterday afternoon. Extremely good-natured, lively, and voluble, he was immensely popular, being considered, as indeed he was, one of the last of the conversationalists. He might be frivolous, but he was always interesting. He could talk about anything--and he did. "I didn't know you'd got a motor, Bertie," said Woodville. Wilton looked at it lovingly out of the window, arranged the gardenia in his button-hole, and said-- "Oh yes! I'm mad on motors. I've had three! This is my new toy. It's a ripper, the only _right_ kind. It _can_ go, I'll say that for it. I've been fined twice for exceeding the speed limit already." "But you've never done anything else," said Woodville. Bertie laughed. "Ah! no; perhaps not. Well, anyway, I simply love it. I haven't even come here this morning _merely_ to see you, Mervyn, or on the off-chance of meeting old Woodville, but simply to try the new Daimler before lunching in it--at least, not exactly lunching _in_ it, but _with_ it,--no, no, not _with_ it, you know what I mean--with the dearest old gentleman who lives in the wilds of West Kensington. He's simply devoted to me. Why, I can't think. But he's got a sort of idea that I saved his life on a hill near Hastings. What really happened was, that his idiot of a chauffeur had utterly smashed up the car, and he and the old gentleman were sitting on the Downs with every probability of remaining there for the rest of their natural lives!" "And this, I suppose, is where you came in," said Woodville.