Chapter 35

“I’m an owner-driver,” said Dominick, “and I live in Mayfair. I’ve a tiny flat over the garage, as tight as you please. Sometimes one of the old crowd picks me up. They’re awfully nice. Stand on the pavement and talk, and, if I’ve driven them home, they try to make me come in. I drove Milly Bemuse and her brother a week ago. When they got out, she gave me a five-pound note. When I protested, ‘Don’t spoil my evening,’ she said. And old Lord Hillesley was immense. When I set him down at Arthur’s, he gave me my proper…