As for
Victor, a certain scornful serenity had replaced the earlier scowls; he
had evidently accepted defeat with a contemptuous good grace.
The tall lady gave a direction to the footman and settled herself in the
carriage. The little figure in the white sailor suit clambered in beside
her, still carefully holding the elegantly garbed doll.
The car had to be backed a few yards in the process of turning. Very
stealthily, very gently, very mercilessly Victor sent Morlvera flying
over his shoulder, so that she fell into the road just behind the
retrogressing wheel. With a soft, pleasant-sounding scrunch the car went
over the prostrate form, then it moved forward again with another
scrunch. The carriage moved off and left Bert and Emmeline gazing in
scared delight at a sorry mess of petrol-smeared velvet, sawdust, and
leopard skin, which was all that remained of the hateful Morlvera. They
gave a shrill cheer, and then raced away shuddering from the scene of so
much rapidly enacted tragedy.
Later that afternoon, when they were engaged in the pursuit of minnows by
the waterside in St. James's Park, Emmeline said in a solemn undertone to
Bert--
"I've bin finking.
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