Lil told Robert she had a surprise; this on top of the leviathan they were to sail the ocean upon. The only clue she gave was that they would not be travelling by train from St. Pancras after all. “Can you guess?” she asked, as she stood behind him, brushing his hair. His shoulders dropped in frustration. “I don’t know,” he admitted. There was a knock on the door. “Come on,” she told him, picking up the suitcase, “it sounds as though it’s here.” She opened the door to reveal the bellboy, who she had already tipped off, lest he should spoil it all by loud announcement. “There,” she told him, when they reached the hotel steps. She had told him to close his eyes before venturing outside. He fell back with shock when he opened them. The rear door, held open by a grinning chauffeur, was that of a sixteen foot, dark green, Rolls Royce Silver Ghost. The interior was no less plush, with green leather upholstery, topped with lace napery and walnut, silver and gold surround.
