But I'm not one to bear malice; so if you want a lift home to--what's the name of your fine new place ?--you can get in, and ride up along with me." Dare looked straight in front of him.

No one spoke.

Her quick eye glanced from one to another of the little group, and she gave a short constrained laugh.
"Well," she said, "if you ain't coming, you can stop with your friends.
I've had a deal of travelling one way and another, and I'll go on without you." And, turning quickly away, she told the driver in the same distinct high key to go on to Vandon, and got into the fly again.
The grinning man chucked at the horse's bridle, and the fly rattled heavily away.
No one spoke as it drove away.

Charles glanced once at Ruth; but her set white face told him nothing.

As the fly disappeared up the road, Dare moved a step forward.