'I suspect you've more than your match in young Weyburn, Mr. Morsfield,' Lady Charlotte said, measuring them as they stood together. They turned at last. 'You shall drive back to town with me, Rowsley,' said the fighting dame. She breathed no hint of her triumph. CHAPTER XVIII. A SCENE ON THE ROAD BACK After refusing to quit the grounds of Steignton, in spite of the proprietor, Mrs. Pagnell burst into an agitation to have them be at speed, that they might 'shake the dust of the place from the soles of their feet'; and she hurried past Aminta and Lord Ormont's insolent emissary, carrying Mr. Morsfield beside her, perforce of a series of imperiously-toned vacuous questions, to which he listened in rigid politeness, with the ejaculation steaming off from time to time, 'A scandal!' He shot glances behind him. Mrs. Pagnell was going too fast. She, however, world not hear of a halt, and she was his main apology for being present; he was excruciatingly attached to the horrid woman. Weyburn spoke the commonplaces about regrets to Aminta. 'Believe me, it's long since I have been so happy,' she said. She had come out of her stupefaction, and she wore no theatrical looks of cheerfulness. 'I regret that you should be dragged away. But, if you say you do not mind, it will be pleasant to me. I can excuse Lord Ormont's anger. I was ignorant of his presence here. I thought him in Paris. I supposed the place empty. I wished to see it once. I travelled as the niece of Mrs. Pagnell. She is a little infatuated.... Mr. Morsfield heard of our expedition through her. I changed the route. I was not in want of a defender. I could have defended myself in case of need. We slept at Ashead, two hours from Steignton. He and a friend accompanied us, not with my consent. Lord Ormont could not have been aware of that. These accidental circumstances happen. There may be pardonable intentions on all sides.' She smiled. Her looks were open, and her voice light and spirited; though the natural dark rose-glow was absent from her olive cheeks. Weyburn puzzled over the mystery of so volatile a treatment of a serious matter, on the part of a woman whose feelings he had reason to know were quick and deep. She might be acting, as women so cleverly do. It could hardly be acting when she pointed to peeps of scenery, with a just eye for landscape. 'You leave us for Switzerland very soon?' she said. 'The Reversion I have been expecting has fallen in, besides my inheritance. My mother was not to see the school. But I shall not forget her counsels. I can now make my purchase of the house and buildings, and buy out my partner at the end of a year. My boys are jumping to start. I had last week a letter from Emile.' 'Dear little Emile!' 'You like him?' 'I could use a warmer word. He knew me when I was a girl.' She wound the strings of his heart suddenly tense, and they sang to their quivering. 'You will let me hear of you, Mr. Weyburn?'