“ Mr. ⁠—who?” asked Richard.

“Carr. It is not his name, is it? I heard the Duke call him Carstares⁠—and⁠—my lord.”

“He is the Earl of Wyncham,” answered Richard, stretching out a hand to relieve Andrew of the jug of water he was proffering.

“Good⁠—gracious!” gasped Diana. “B-but he said he was a highwayman!”

“Quite true, madam.”

“True? But how⁠—how ridiculous⁠—and how like him!”

She soaked a handkerchief in the water, and bathed my lord’s forehead.

“He is not coming to in the least,” she said nervously. “You are sure ’tis not⁠—not⁠—”