Mr. Coxon embarked upon a long, rambling statement, the gist of which was that her ladyship had ordered the taxi and a gentleman from the Dower House had ordered the taxi, and there wasn’t but the one taxi, and no one could expect a taxi to go to two places at once, but as the Priory was, in a manner of speaking, on the way to the Dower House, the gentleman had better get in along of the young lady and he’d take him on to the Dower House when he’d taken the young lady to the Priory, but first he must get them chickens on board. So Philip and Lydia got into the taxi, by no means sorry to have a little more of one another’s company.
Coxon collected the boxes of chickens and in ten minutes they were at the door of the Warings’ wing. Philip got out to help Lydia with her bags, which in the da
