JOHN LAW OF LAURISTON Unconsciously the coachman obeyed the unvoiced command of this man, who stepped out from the shelter of the hedge.

Travel-stained, just awakened from sleep, disheveled, with dress disordered, there was none the less abundant boldness in his mien as he came forward, yet withal the grace and deference of the courtier.

It was a good figure he made as he stepped down from the bank and came forward, hat in hand, the sun, now rising to the top of the hedge, lighting up his face and showing his bold profile, his open and straight blue eye.
"Ladies," he said, as he reached the road, "I crave your pardon humbly.
This, I think, is the coach of my Lord, the Earl of Banbury.

Mayhap this is the Lady Catharine Knollys to whom I speak ?" The lady addressed still gazed at him, though she drew up with dignity.
"You have quite the advantage of us," said she.

She glanced uneasily at the coachman, but the order to go forward did not quite leave her lips.
"I am not aware--I do not know--," she began, afraid of her adventure now it had come, after the way of all dreaming maids who prate of men and conquests.
"I should be dull of eye did I not see the Knollys arms," said the stranger, smiling and bowing low.