Afterwards in the portico, when everything was over, Denry exercised his right to remain in charge of the Countess.  They escaped from the personages by going out to look for her carriage and neglecting to return.  There was no sign of the Countess’s carriage, but Denry’s mule and victoria were waiting in a quiet corner.

“May I drive you home?” he suggested.

But she would not.  She said that she had a call to pay before dinner, and that her brougham would surely arrive the very next minute.

“Will you come and have tea at the Sub Rosa?” Denry next asked.

“The Sub Rosa?” questioned the Countess.

“Well,” said Denry, “that’s what we call the new tea-room that’s just been opened round here.”  He indicated a direction.  “It’s quite a novelty in the Five Towns.”

The Countess had a passion for tea.

“They have splendid China tea,” said Denry.

“Well,” said the Countess, “I suppose I may as well go through with it.”

At the moment her brougham drove up.  She instructed her coachman to wait next to the mule and victoria.  Her demeanour had cast off all its similarity to her dress:  it appeared to imply that, as she had begun with a mad escapade, she ought to finish with another one.

Thus the Countess and Denry went to the tea-shop, and Denry ordered tea and paid for it.  There was scarcely a customer in the place, and the few who were fortunate enough to be present had not the wit to recognise the Countess.  The proprietress did not recognise the Countess. (Later, when it became known that the Countess had actually patronised the Sub Rosa, half the ladies of Hanbridge were almost ill from sheer disgust that they had not heard of it in time.  It would have been so easy for them to be there, taking tea at the next table to the Countess, and observing her choice of cakes, and her manner of holding a spoon, and whether she removed her gloves or retained them in the case of a meringue.  It was an opportunity lost that would in all human probability never occur again.)

And in the discreet corner which she had selected the Countess fired a sudden shot at Denry.

“How did you get all those details about the state rooms at Sneyd?” she asked.

Upon which opening the conversation became lively.

The same evening Denry called at the Signal office and gave an order for a half-page advertisement of the Five Towns Universal Thrift Club—­“Patroness, the Countess of Chell.”  The advertisement informed the public that the club had now made arrangements to accept new members.  Besides the order for a half-page advertisement, Denry also gave many interesting and authentic details about the historic drive from Sneyd Vale to Hanbridge.  The next day the Signal was simply full of Denry and the Countess.  It had a large photograph, taken by a photographer on Cauldon Bank, which showed Denry actually driving the