CHAPTER XV
LONDON AND LORD DREWITT
HOW am I going to explain you to auntie?"
"By Jove! I hadn't thought of that."
Beresford's look of consternation was so obvious that Lola laughed.
"I might add," she proceeded mischievously, "how am I to explain travelling back to London with you in a reserved compartment? It's—it's"
"I know," he said. "I was thinking of that, only I didn't say it."
"Didn't say what?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"What it was like."
Her face crimsoned and, turning her head aside, she became engrossed in the landscape streaming past the window.
"You haven't told me what I'm to say to auntie," she said presently, still looking out of the window.
"Couldn't you say that I saved your life whilst bathing, or plucked you from a burning hotel, or that you ran over me when motoring, or"
"That I came across you in a lunatic asylum," she suggested scathingly. "If I had been nearly
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