g along
with a young girl in a tremendous hat. He snatched her hat off, she
snatched off his; he kissed her, she smacked his face; he put her hat on
his own head, she put on his hat; and then they linked arms and sang a
verse of the Old Dutch.

Glory reproduced a part of this love-passage in pantomime, and Drake
screamed with laughter.

It was seven o'clock before they reached the outskirts of London. By that
time a hamper on the coach had been emptied and the bottles thrown out;
the procession had drawn up at a dozen villages on the way; the
perspiring tipsters, with whom "things hadn't panned out well," had
forgotten their disappointments and "didn't care a tinker's! cuss"; every
woman in a barrow had her head-gear in confusion, and she was singing in
a drunken wail. Nevertheless Drake, who was laughing and talking
constantly, said it was the quietest Derby night he had ever seen, and he
couldn't tell what things were coming to.

"Must be this religious mania, don't you know," said lord Robert,
pointing to a new and very different scene which they had just then come
upon.

It was an open space covered with people, who had lit fires as if
intending to camp out all night, and were now gathered in many groups,
singing hymns and praying. The drunken wails from the procession stopped
for a moment, and there was nothing heard but the whirring wheels and the
mournful notes of the singers. Then "Father Storm!" rose like the cry of
a cormorant from a thousand throats at once. When the laughter that
greeted the name had subsided, Betty said:

"'Pon my honour, though, that man must be off his dot," and the lady in
blue went into convulsions of hysterical giggling. Drake looked uneasy,
and Lord Robert said, "Who cares what an Elephant says?" But Glory took
no notice now, save that for a moment the smile died off her face.

It had been agreed, when they cracked the head off the last bottle, that
the company should dine together at the Cafe Royal or Romano's, so they
drove first to Drake's chambers to brush the dust off and to wash and
rest. Glory was the first to be ready, and while waiting for the others
she sat at the organ in the sitting-room and played something. It was the
hymn they had heard in the suburbs. At this there was laughter from the
other side of the wall, and Drake, who seemed unable, to lose sight of
her, came to the door of his room in his shirt sleeves. To cover up her
confusion she sang a "coon" song. T