He had always had a special protective feeling for Audrey Noel, a feeling which with but little encouragement might have become something warmer.

But since she had been placed in her anomalous position, he would not for the world have brushed the dew off her belief that she could trust him.
And, now that he had fixed his own gaze elsewhere, and she was in this bitter trouble, he felt on her account the rancour that a brother feels when Justice and Pity have conspired to flout his sister.

The voice of Frith the chauffeur roused him from gloomy reverie.
"Lady Barbara, sir!" Following the man's eyes, Courtier saw against the sky-line on the for above Ashman's Folly, an equestrian statue.

He stopped the car at once, and got out.
He reached her at the ruin, screened from the road, by that divine chance which attends on men who take care that it shall.

He could not tell whether she knew of his approach, and he would have given all he had, which was not much, to have seen through the stiff grey of her coat, and the soft cream of her body, into that mysterious cave, her heart.