She smiled, too, and raised a hand to restrain me, for at his bitter taunt I had made a step forward, meaning to interpose.
"Probably not!" she answered. Then she turned to me. "You'll look after Powers for me, won't you, Austin? It's only a matter of money with him, as we all know—and Mr. Cartmell has plenty."
"I'll do all I can to prevent your being troubled at all."
"I shan't be troubled—but I shall be grateful to you. Lord Fillingford, in return for your compliment, may I beg a favor of you?" She had given a quick glance at the clock.
"Anything that it's in my power to grant," he answered with a little bow.
"It's nothing great—only the loan of your carriage. I came here on foot—and I'm tired."
"It's quite at your disposal."
"It's not inconvenient? You're not hurried?"
"I can walk, Miss Driver."
"Please don't do that. I'll send it back for you as quickly as possible."