I hadn't known I was nervous, and only found out that I
was highly strung by the jump I gave at her first shriek behind me. If
the chauffeur had started--but he didn't. He showed no sign of having
heard.
I would not venture to turn, and look round, lest the slightest movement
of my body so near his arm might disturb him; but poor Sir Samuel,
driven to desperation by his wife's hysterical cries, pushed down the
glass again.
"Good Lord, Dane, this is appalling!" he said. "My wife can't bear it.
Isn't it possible for us to--to--" he paused, not knowing how to end so
empty a sentence.
"All that's possible to do I'm doing," returned the chauffeur, still
looking straight ahead. And instead of advising the foolish old
bridegroom to shake the bride or box her ears, as surely he was tempted
to do, he added calmly that her ladyship must not be too anxious. We
were going to get out of this all right, and before long.
"Tell him to go back. I _shall_ go back!" wailed Lady Turnour.
"Dearest, we can't!" her husband assured her.
"Then tell him to stop and let me get out and walk.
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