A Damsel in Distress

Until he spoke the soft grass had kept her from hearing his

approach. He stopped close behind her, and cleared his throat. She

started and turned, and their eyes met.

For a moment hers were empty of any recognition. Then they lit up.

She caught her breath quickly, and a faint flush came into her

face.

"Can I help you?" asked George.

The long legs wriggled out into the road followed by a long body.

The young man under the car sat up, turning a grease-streaked and

pleasant face to George.

"Eh, what?"

"Can I help you? I know how to fix a car."

The young man beamed in friendly fashion.

"It's awfully good of you, old chap, but so do I. It's the only

thing I can do well. Thanks very much and so forth all the same."

George fastened his eyes on the girl's. She had not spoken.

"If there is anything in the world I can possibly do for you," he

said slowly, "I hope you will let me know. I should like above all

things to help you."

The girl spoke.

"Thank you," she said in a low voice almost inaudible.

George walked away. The grease-streaked young man followed him with

his gaze.

"Civil cove, that," he said. "Rather gushing though, what?

American, wasn't he?"

"Yes. I think he was."

"Americans are the civillest coves I ever struck. I remember asking

the way of a chappie at Baltimore a couple of years ago when I was

there in my yacht, and he followed me for miles, shrieking advice

and encouragement. I thought it deuced civil of him."

"I wish you would hurry up and get the car right, Reggie. We shall

be awfully late for lunch."

Reggie Byng began to slide backwards under the car.

"All right, dear heart. Rely on me. It's something quite simple."

"Well, do be quick."

"Imitation of greased lightning--very difficult," said Reggie

encouragingly. "Be patient. Try and amuse yourself somehow. Ask

yourself a riddle. Tell yourself a few anecdotes. I'll be with you

in a moment. I say, I wonder what the cove is doing at Belpher?

Deuced civil cove," said Reggie approvingly. "I liked him. And now,

business of repairing breakdown."

His smiling face vanished under the car like the Cheshire cat.

Maud stood looking thoughtfully down the road in the direction in

which George had disappeared.