We can make quicker time that way."
The small plotter's eyes were dancing when she slipped her hand under
his arm. In a career which had not been entirely devoid of excitement,
Mrs. Honoria had rarely found men difficult. But this particular young
man was proving himself to be the easiest among many.
At the garage Blount asked for the family touring-car, more than
half-expecting to be told that his father had taken it. The garage man
nodded and laughed. "You can have it, but you came within an ace of
losing out," he said. "The senator was just here, and he was going to
take it, but he changed his mind when I told him the big roadster was
in."
Blount made no comment, and when the car was ready he asked his
companion where she would ride.
"In front, with you," was the quick reply; and when they were placed she
gave him his running orders. "Slip out of the city by the quietest
streets you can find and take the Quaretaro road," she directed, and he
obeyed in silence, holding the speed down until they had left the
capital behind them and were bowling along under the stars on the fine
boulevarded county road.
"Do we take it easy or the other way?" he asked, speaking for the first
time since they had left the town garage.
"You may drive as fast as you like until we come to the hills," he was
told; and with this permission Blount let the motor out and speedily put
the fifteen miles of the straightaway road to the rear.
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