THE SETTING OF THE WATCH To return to the Priory with her _bete-noir_ seated in triumph beside her was a trick of fortune that Olga had been very far from anticipating.

There was no help for it, however, for he was determined to go thither, notwithstanding her assurance that the master of the house was from home.

He leaned back at his ease and watched her drive with frank criticism.
"I had no idea you were so accomplished," he remarked, as they skimmed up the long Priory drive.

"I should have thought you were much too nervous to drive a car." Olga was never nervous except in his presence, but she would have rather died than have had him know it.
"Nick taught me," she said, "years ago, when he first lost his arm.

It's about the only thing he can't do himself." "I've noticed that he's fairly agile," commented Max.