CHAPTER EIGHT“Faster, faster!” Gardenia cried excitedly as Bertie drove his splendidly matched tandem along the dusty almost empty roads that criss-crossed the Bois de Boulogne.
“If you want to go so fast then you should have let Bertie drive you in his Peugeot,” Lord Hartcourt remarked drily.
“Horses are much more fun,” Gardenia asserted positively. “Besides one feels as if one is going much faster.”
Bertie laughed.
“It all comes down in the end to imagination. So I have been imagining myself flying an aeroplane.”
“An aeroplane!” Gardenia exclaimed.
“I was talking to a chap called Gustav Hammel only last night,” Bertie went on. “He is determined to beat Bleriot and get to England in half the time. There is something in the idea, you know, Vane. We may all be flying in a few years’ t
