"The Fates are against me, Drake," she whispered; "but I will come
back."
"Where the devil is that confounded maid of yours, Luce?" Turfleigh
called to her.
Burden came down the stairs. Her veil was drawn over the upper part of
her face, but the lower part was white to the lips.
"I'm half inclined to leave her behind," said Lady Luce irritably. "Pray
be quick, Burden!"
Burden got up on the box seat without a word.
Drake put Lady Luce in, held her hand for a moment, then the carriage
started, and he was standing alone, staring after it half stupidly.
He was still free!