Don't waste any time!" Her heart gave a throb of dismay.

The brief words were as flail-like as the rain.

They demanded no answer, and she made none; only instant submission, and that she gave.
She had a glimpse of Peter's tall form standing behind Monck, and to him for a moment she turned as she descended.
"You will see to everything ?" she said.

"You will follow." "Leave all to me, my _mem-sahib_!" he said, deeply bowing; and she took him at his word.
Monck had a military overcoat on his arm in which he wrapped her before they left the station-shelter.

Ralston's little two-seater car shed dazzling beams of light through the dripping dark.