They paid off the Guide under the walls of the old Priory Church at Cartmel.
"I give you a last chance," he said.
He neither cared nor saw who it was whom he had jostled.
The face was Stewart's!
... he touched his brow with his whip handle.
... every head was uncovered as Clyne . . . rode to the door.
In ten minutes the road twinkled with lights.
She was leaning against the side of the window.
