"This is luck! Jump in! I'll soon trundle you home." It was Bertie leaning out from the wheel on which his hands rested.

In the open seat behind him, propped by cushions, sat a man whom she knew instantly though she had never met him before.

He looked at her as she came up to the car with blue eyes as frank and kind as Bertie's, though not so merry.

It was not difficult to see that they were brothers.
"My brother Lucas," said Bertie, "the one you wanted to know." He smiled as he said it for the sheer malicious pleasure of seeing her blush.

And Dot's green-brown eyes shot him a glance of quick indignation.
But Lucas Errol stepped calmly into the breach.