Remarkable as it may read, his first impression was of her gown--a gown such as women wear on those afternoons when they are free of social obligations, a gown to walk in or to lounge in. The skirt, which barely reached to the top of her low shoes, was of some blue stuff (stuff, because to a man's mind the word covers feminine dress-goods generally, liberally, and handily), overshot with gray. Above this she had put on a white golfing-sweater, a garment which at that time was just beginning to find vogue among women who loved the fields and the road. Only men who own to stylish sisters appreciate these things, and Warburton possessed rather observant eyes. She held a bunch of freshly plucked poppies in her hand. It was the second time that their glances had met and held. In the previous episode (on the day she had leaned out of the cab) hers had been first to fall. Now it was his turn. He studied the tips of his shoes. There were three causes why he lowered his eyes: First, she was mistress here and he was an applicant for employment; second, he loved her; third, he was committing the first bold dishonesty in his life. Once, it was on the very tip of his tongue to confess everything, apologize, and take himself off. But his curiosity was of greater weight than his desire. He remained silent and waited for her to speak. "Celeste, you may leave us," said Miss Annesley. Celeste courtesied, shot a killing glance at the tentative groom, and departed the scene. "You have driven horses for some length of time?" the girl began. If only he might look as calmly and fearlessly at her! What a voice, now that he heard it in its normal tone! "Yes, Madam; I have ridden and driven something like ten years." "Where?" "In the West, mostly." "You are English?" "No, Madam." He wondered how much she had heard at the police-court that morning. "I am American born." "Are you addicted to the use of intoxicants?"--mentally noting the clearness of the whites of his eyes. The barest flicker of a smile stirred his lips. "No, Madam. I had not been drinking last night--that is, not in the sense the officers declared I had. It is true that I take a drink once in a while, when I have been riding or driving all day, or when I am cold. I have absolutely no appetite." She brushed her cheeks with the poppies, and for a brief second the flowers threw a most beautiful color over her face and neck. "What was your object in climbing on the box of my carriage and running away with it?" Quick as a flash of light he conceived his answer. "Madam, it was a jest between me and some maids." He had almost said serving-maids, but the thought of Nancy checked this libel. "Between you and some maids?"--faintly contemptuous. "Explain, for I believe an explanation is due me."