"It is freezing hard, and we came all the way by road." "Yes," he said, in his deep, slow voice.

"I saw you." "You saw me ?" Nan's eyebrows went up; she was furiously conscious that she blushed.
"I passed you in a motor," he explained.
"Oh!" She withdrew her hand, and turned to the fire with a little laugh, raging inwardly at the fate that had betrayed her.
Standing by the hearth, she pulled off her gloves, and spread her hands to the blaze.

It was a mere pretence, for she was hot all over by that time, hot and quivering and fiercely resentful.

There was another feeling also behind her resentment, a feeling which she would not own, that made her heart thump oddly, as it had thumped only once before in her life--when this man had touched her face with his lips.
"Well," she said, standing up after a few minutes, "I must go and dress, and so must you, dad.

We are going to the Hunt Ball to-night," she added, with a brief glance in her husband's direction.
He made no reply of any sort.