"Excuse me, sir. I've been worried to death on this run. I
meant no offence. That old gentleman has threatened to kill me.
Just now he took out his watch and said if I did not run back for
his niece in two minutes he'd call me out and run me through.
I've been nearly crazy here. For the life of me, I don't see how
you happened to be--"

"Oh, that's all right. Let's be off," cried Lorry, who had
fallen some distance behind his late companion and her uncle.
Hurrying after them, he reached her side in time to assist her in
mounting the car steps.

"Thank you," smiling down upon him bewitchingly. At the top of
the steps she was met by her aunt, behind whom stood the anxious
man-servant and the maid. Into the coach she was drawn by the
relieved old lady, who was critically inspecting her personal
appearance when Lorry and the foreigner entered.

"Ach, it was so wild and exhilarating, Aunt Yvonne," the girl was
saying, her eyes sparkling. She stood straight and firm, her
chin in the air, her hands in those of her aunt. The little
traveling cap was on the side of her head, her hair was loose and
very much awry, strands straying here, curls blowing there in
utter confusion. Lorry fairly gasped with admiration for the
loveliness that would not be vanquished.

"We came like the wind! I shall never, never forge: it," she
said.