Now, drunk though he was, he sat there at the wheel, steady enough--so long as he held on to it--and only by the redness of his face and a certain glassy look in his eye, betrayed the fact of his intoxication.

The girl, busy with her farewells as the car drew up for her, had not observed him.

At the last moment Van Slyke waved a foppish hand at her, and smirked adieux.

She acknowledged his good-bye with a smile, so happy was she at the outcome of her golf-game; then cast a quick glance up at the club windows, fearing to see the harsh face of Wally peeping down at her in anger.
But he was nowhere to be seen; and now, with a sudden acceleration of the powerful six-cylinder engine, the big gray car moved smoothly forward.

Growling in its might, it swung in a wide circle round the sweep of the drive, gathered speed and shot away down the grade toward the stone gates of the entrance, a quarter mile distant.
Presently it swerved through these, to southward.