Something told me. It's the curse of my life too!
Well, after that you can't go away.'
'But if I'm in the way--'
'In the way! Mr Chalmers, will you come in now and help me wash
the breakfast things?'
'Rather!' said Lord Dawlish.
10
In the days that followed their interrupted love-scene at
Reigelheimer's Restaurant that night of Lord Dawlish's unfortunate
encounter with the tray-bearing waiter, Dudley Pickering's
behaviour had perplexed Claire Fenwick. She had taken it for
granted that next day at the latest he would resume the offer of
his hand, heart, and automobiles. But time passed and he made no
move in that direction. Of limousine bodies, carburettors,
spark-plugs, and inner tubes he spoke with freedom and eloquence,
but the subject of love and marriage he avoided absolutely. His
behaviour was inexplicable.
Claire was piqued. She was in the position of a hostess who has
swept and garnished her house against the coming of a guest and
waits in vain for that guest's arrival. She made up her mind what
to do when Dudley Pickering proposed to her next time, and
thereby, it seemed to her, had removed all difficulties in the
way of that proposal. She little knew her Pickering!
Dudley Pickering was not a self-starter in the motordrome of love.
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