grinned, and appeared rather amused than otherwise at the shrewdness of his wife's insight into the young man's character.
I was conscious that my jacket had n't been made for motoring, when I came out into the sharp morning air and took my place in the Aigle. I was inclined to envy my mistress her fur rugs, but to my surprise I saw lying on my seat a Scotch plaid, plaider than any plaid ever made in Scotland.
"Does that belong to the hotel?" I asked the chauffeur, as he got into the car.
"It belongs to you," said he. "A present from Millau for a good child."
"Oh, you mustn't!" I exclaimed.
"But I have," he returned, calmly. "I 'm not going to watch you slowly freezing to death by my side; for it won't be exactly summer to-day. Let me tuck you in prettily."
I groaned while I obeyed. "I 've been an expense to you all the way, because you would n't abandon me to the lions, even in the most expensive hotels, where I knew you would n't have stayed if it had n't been for me. And now, this!"
"It cost only a few francs," he tried to reassure me. "We 'll sell it again—afterward, if that will make you happier. But sufficient for the day is the rug thereof—at least, I hope it will be. And don't flaunt it, for if her ladyship sees there 's an extra rug of any sort on board she 'll be clamouring for it by and by."
Northward we started, in the teeth of the wind, which made mine chatter until I began to tingle with the rush
