The latter stopped, hesitated, and came back, and Grace turned sharply to Kit.

Her look was strained, but he got a hint of haughtiness and resolve.

He made a sign that he understood, and knew he had done well when he moved back from the hedge.

A moment's hesitation would have cost him the girl's respect.

They waited in the road and Kit's heart beat fast, but not with fear.
Osborn stopped a yard or two off and looked at them with sternly controlled rage.
"It's obvious that I passed you just now," he said.
"You did; I ought to have stopped you," Kit agreed.