Believe me, I am in no danger." He gave in, seeing that she was not to be moved from her purpose.
They went a few yards farther; then, "In Heaven's name--come early to Baronmead," he said jerkily.

"I shall have no peace till you come." "I will," she promised.
The chauffeur came to meet them with clumsy solicitude as they neared the car, but Nap kept him at a distance.
"Don't touch me! I've had a bad fall skiing.

It's torn me to ribbons.
Just open the door.

Lady Carfax will do the rest!" And as the man turned to obey, "Not a very likely story, but it will serve our turn." "Thank you," she said very earnestly.
He did not look at her again.

She had a feeling that he kept his eyes from her by a deliberate effort of the will.
Silently she helped him into the car, saw him sink back with her muff still supporting his injured arm, whispered a low "Good-bye!" and turned to the waiting chauffeur.
"Drive him quickly home," she said.