by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Motor Maid — Chapter 31 (1910)
“ And the couriers' dining-room was a princess's boudoir in an enchanted palace. The grease spots were stars and moons that had rolled out of heaven to see how two poor mortals looked when they were perfectly happy. Just a poor chauffeur and a motor maid: but the world was theirs. ”
by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Motor Maid — Chapter 31 (1910)
“ Just as I 'd told about the brooch, and Bertie's threat, and was coming to his punishment, another knock at the door produced the two young men, both pale, but Jack with a noble pallor, while Bertie's was the sick paleness of pain and shame. "I 've brought him to apologize to Miss d'Angely, in your presence, Sir Samuel, and Lady Turnour's," said the chauffeur. "I see you know something of the story." "They know all now," said I. For Bertie's face proved the truth of my words, if they had needed proof. His eyes were swimming in tears, and he looked like a whipped school-boy. ”
by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Motor Maid — Chapter 31 (1910)
“ He was waiting for me in the couriers' room, which was even dingier and had more grease spots than I had fancied, and I hurried into speech to cover my nervousness. "I don't know how I 'm going to thank you for all you 've done for me," I stammered. "That horrible Bertie ⸺" "Let's not talk of him," said Jack. "Put him out of your mind for ever. He has no place there, or in your life—and no more have any of the incidents that led up to him. You 've had a very bad time of it, poor little girl, and now ⸺" "Oh, I haven't," I exclaimed. "I 've been happier than ever before in my life. ”
