Ferrari offered to assist her in mounting the step of the vehicle; she put his arm aside with a light jesting word and accepted mine instead.

I helped her in, and arranged her embroidered wraps about her feet, and she nodded gayly to us both as we stood bareheaded in the afternoon sunlight watching her departure.

The horses started at a brisk canter, and in a couple of minutes the dainty equipage was out of sight.

When nothing more of it could be seen than the cloud of dust stirred up by its rolling wheels, I turned to look at my companion.

His face was stern, and his brows were drawn together in a frown.