on of revolution, but of
speed. At times the velocity attained was appalling.

Seven hideous miles slunk staggering by.

Mrs. Bumble, of course, had been in tears from the outset. Anthony, as
we know, was busily engaged in administering comfort, temporal and
spiritual. The difficulty was to get George to take the nourishment.

"The fool's like a drowning man," he protested, "with his arms round
your neck. Your only chance is to hit him under the jaw. Get out and
do it."

Mr. Bumble had just formed and blasphemously announced the horrifying
resolve to return to Buck's Folly and start all over again, when
Anthony heard a horse whinny. In a flash he was on the running-board
and touching his hat.

"I think we're just there, sir," he ventured.

Mr. Bumble hesitated, George set his foot upon the accelerator, and a
moment later they swept round a bend to see the familiar medley of cars
and dog-carts, bicycles and phaetons, saddle-horses and governess-cars,
writhing below them upon a high-road into which the lane they were
using almost immediately debouched.

With a sigh of relief, Mr. Bumble dropped the map and proceeded to mop
his face....

Comparatively, the chauffeur's troubles were over. After such a
drubbing, the nuisance of the congestion to which they were soon
contributing was like a flick on the collar, and ten minutes later the
car was berthed safely with two or three others upon an apron of turf.

Mr. and Mrs. Bumble alighted, and George and Anthony were left to
themselves.

Then another car squirmed out of the ruck of vehicles and came rolling
on to the sward. The gentleman ensconced upon its back seat was for
the saddle, and plainly glad of it. His careless, handsome face was
radiant, his manner full of an easy, inoffensive confidence, his
gaiety--to judge from his companions' laughter--infectious. His
turn-out was simple, but faultless. Despite the fact that he was
sitting between Lady Touchstone and Valerie, Anthony liked the look of
him.

Since their experience upon the edge of the cliff, Lyveden had not till
now set eyes upon the lady. Unwilling to visit her home, he had
inquired by letter how she was doing. After receiving two little
notes, each of which assured him that she was not one penny the worse,
he wrote no more. Letters and notes were sober and to the point. Any
one might have read them. The truth is, the two were love-shy.

Give to a dog a finer and meatier bone than