Presently she heard footsteps returning. An indistinguishable murmur from Harper, and the door opened to allow his Grace of Andover to enter the coach. It gave a lurch and rumbled on.

Tracy looked down with a slight smile into the gold-flecked eyes that blazed so indignantly into his.

“A thousand apologies, Miss Beauleigh! Allow me to remove this scarf.”

As he spoke he untied the knot, and the silk fell away from her face.

For a moment she was silent, struggling for words wherewith to give vent to her fury; then the red lips parted and the small, white teeth showed, clenched tightly together.

“You cur!” she flung at him in a panting undertone. “Oh, you cur!⁠—you coward! Undo my hands!”

“With pleasure.” He bowed and busied himself with this tighter knot.