She disliked dust and strangers, who, fortunately, very seldom came upon this unbeaten track.
She was watching from the window until they should have passed--it could not be her guests, it was quite an hour too soon, when the motor whizzed round the bend and stopped short at the gate! It was a big open one, and the occupants wore goggles over their eyes; but she recognized Lord Fordyce's figure, as he got out followed by a very tall young man, who called out cheerily: "Yes--this must be the brigand's stronghold, Henry; let's thunder at the bell." Then for a moment her knees gave way beneath her, and she sank into Berthe's carved oaken chair.

For the voice was the voice of Michael Arranstoun--and when he pulled the goggles off, she could see, as she peered through the window, his sunburnt face and bold blue eyes..