You may call me Jack, if you like."
"Certainly not. I shall call you Mr. Dane."
"Shuvvers are never mistered."
"Not even by the females of their kind? I always supposed that manners
were very toploftical in the servants' hall."
"We may both soon know."
"Elise, take that cup at once where you got it from, and come back to
your place. We are ready to start."
This from Lady Turnour. (Really, if she takes to interfering every time
we others have got to the middle of an interesting conversation, I don't
know what I shall do to her! Perhaps I'll put her transformation on
side-wise. Or would that be blackmail?)
Silently the chauffeur took the cup from my frightened fingers, and
marched off with it into the hotel, without a "by your leave" or "with
your leave."
"My word, your chauffeur might have better manners!" grumbled Lady
Turnour to Sir Samuel, as she climbed into the car; but there was no
scolding when the rude young man came briskly back, looking supremely
unconscious of having given offence.
"Now we must make good time to Marseilles, if we're to get there for
dinner," he said, when he had started the car, and taken his place.
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