Mario Escobar, who had driven over with Joan Whitworth, was talking to them.

Escobar turned to Martin Hillyard.
"We met at Sir Charles Hardiman's supper party.

You have not forgotten?
You are off?
A new play, I hope, to go into rehearsal." He smiled and bowed, and waved his hands.

Hillyard went away with Joan Whitworth and mounted beside her into a little two-seated car which she had been accustomed to drive in her unregenerate days.

She had not forgotten her skill, and she sent the little car spinning up and down the road into the hills.