CHAPTER X

WHICH IS A CONSOLING CHAPTER When she had disappeared from his wistful gaze, Dallas turned, with some vague idea of finding his way to Lord Withymore’s stables where, as he knew, the heartiest of welcomes awaited him; but presently he beheld a motor omnibus lurching and rumbling towards him and, acting on impulse, swung himself aboard, sank upon the nearest seat and relapsed into unhappy meditation, wholly oblivious of all else, even the uneasy jolts of the unwieldy vehicle. “Whereto, mam?” “I wants Loois, young ma…