Britling "Sir." They examinedthe car distantly but kindly. "Ain't 'urt 'e, not a bit 'e ain't, notreally," said one encouragingly. And indeed except for a slightcrumpling of the mud-guard and the detachment of the wire of one of theheadlights the automobile was uninjured. Mr. Britling resumed his seat;Mr.
"I justbeen saying: We aren't Oh Fay!""Eh?""Not Oh Fay! Socially!""Old FLY, he means, George--French!""Oh! Didn't think of French. One never knows where to have him. What'sgone wrong to-night... read more
