Probably nothing else in the world could so soon have transformed Scarlett Trent from the Gold Coast buccaneer to the law-abiding tenant of a Surrey villa.

Before her full, inquiring eyes and calm salute he found himself at once abashed and confused.

He raised his hand to his head, only to find that he had come out without a hat, and he certainly appeared, as he stood there, to his worst possible advantage.
"Good morning, miss," he stammered; "I'm afraid I startled you!" She winced a little at his address, but otherwise her manner was not ungracious.
"You did a little," she admitted.

"Do you usually stride out of your windows like that, bareheaded and muttering to yourself ?" "I was in a beastly temper," he admitted.

"If I had known who was outside--it would have been different." She looked into his face with some interest.