Her cheeks were pink with excitement.
"If I like! And I've never been in one before! I'll fly up for my hat.
I sha'n't be a moment."
She was already halfway up the first flight of stairs, with a whirl of
skirts and flying feet. Wingrave lit a cigarette and stood for a
moment thoughtfully upon the pavement. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
His face had grown a little harder.
"She must take her chances," he muttered. "No one knows her. Nobody is
likely to find out who she is."
She was down again in less time than seemed possible. Her cheeks were
flushed and her eyes bright with excitement. Wingrave took the wheel
himself, and she sat up by his side. They glided off almost
noiselessly.
"We will go up to the Park," he said. "It is just the time to see the
people."
"Anywhere!" she exclaimed. "This is too lovely!"
They passed from Battersea northwards into Piccadilly, and down into
the Park. Juliet was too excited to talk; Wingrave had enough to do to
drive the car. They passed plenty of people who bowed, and many who
glanced with wondering admiration at the beautiful girl who sat by
Wingrave's side. Lady Ruth, who drive by quickly in a barouche, almost
rose from her seat; the Marchioness, whose victoria they passed, had
time to wave her hand and flash a quick, searching glance at Juliet,
who returned it with her dark eyes filled with admiration. The
Marchioness smiled to herself a little sadly as the car shot away
ahead.
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