In the middle of chapter four they were astonished to hear the unwonted
sound of a motor-car, and when the sentence was finished they both rose
and walked to the window.
There stood a large red car, with a chauffeur in dark-grey livery with
a light-brown fur rug round his knees. Before their astonishment
permitted the remark that some one must have stopped at the wrong
house, the door opened and the most demure parlour-maid in England
stood nervously holding the handle.
"A gentleman in a motor-car," said Selina.
"I think," answered Miss Dobson, "that he must have made a mistake in
the number."
"He asked for Miss Dobson," said Selina. "Not knowing the name, I left
him in the hall."
"Quite right," returned Miss Frances.
"Name o' Clynesworth," said Selina.
"Perhaps," suggested Miss Dobson, "he wishes to sell something."
"A motor-car!" remarked Miss Frances.
"I suppose we ought to receive him," said her sister, and accordingly
Jimmy was conducted to the drawing-room, where he at once began to make
an almost abject apology.
"My only excuse," he concluded, "is that I have the honour to call
myself a friend of Miss Rosser's.
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