It was unconventional, audacious, crazy.

But, again, why not?
Zora Middlemist was answerable for her actions to no man or woman alive.
Why not drink a great draught of the freedom that was hers?
What did it matter that the man was a stranger?
All the more daring the adventure.

Her heart beat gladly.

But chaste women, like children, know instinctively the man they can trust.
"Shall we ?" "Drive ?" "Yes--unless--" a thought suddenly striking her--"unless you want to go back to your friends." "Good Lord!" said he, aghast, as if she were accusing him of criminal associations.

"I have no friends." "Then come." She entered the carriage.