The Man in the Road
“Father,” said Bundle, opening the door of Lord Caterham’s special sanctum and putting her head in, “I’m going up to town in the Hispano. I can’t stand the monotony down here any longer.”
“We only got home yesterday,” complained Lord Caterham.
“I know. It seems like a hundred years. I’d forgotten how dull the country could be.”
“I don’t agree with you,” said Lord Caterham. “It’s peaceful, that’s what it is—peaceful. And extremely comfortable. I appreciate getting back to Tredwell more than I can tell you. That man studies my comfort in the most marvellous manner. Somebody came round only this morning to know if they could hold a tally for girl guides here—”
“A rally,” interrupted Bundle.