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CHAPTER ELEVEN

We can pop down any time we feel like it. I don't know how you "pop down", but I'm sure it can't be done by train. Not our sort of trains. Besides, I want to drive up.'
`Are you sure you can, darling?'
`No, I'm almost sure I can't. By Tuesday I shall know for certain.'
`Of course you can, darling.'
It's very odd, thought Reginald. Just now she implied that I couldn't.
`Of course I can. Somewhere in the heart of South Norwaod, possibly among the shoppers on the pavement, I may suddenly feel tired, and hand the wheel over to you for a bit. And when you have reversed out of the perambulator, dodged the lamp-post and missed the two trams and the policeman, I may feel refreshed again. I don't know. I'm full of hope.'
But when he began to wake up on Tuesday morning something was hanging over him. He was either going to the dentist or making a speech. Oh no, he was driving the car up to London. Not quite so bad. Not at all bad, in fact. Rather fun. In fact, great fun. Ridiculous for a grown man, who had been asked for his autograph, to feel nervous about a little thing like that. He splashed loudly in his bath, and introduced a note of gaiety into his vigorous towellings...
`Aren't you hungry, darling?' asked Sylvia at breakfast. Most annoyingly.
`Much as usual,' said Reginald crossly. `Why?'
However, he did it. Alone he did it. No, not alone, he thought. Without Sylvia's `It's all right, darling' at the anxious moments, I should never have done it. It ought to be possible to carry a very small Sylvia about with you everywhere; in the waistcoat pocket; so that wherever you were, you could take her out and

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