"He!" she murmured. "It is you—you, Drake!"
"Oh! I?" he said, with self-contempt. "I have got off scot-free. Where is the countess?"
Lady Luce looked at him keenly, and with a half-reproachful air.
"I—I—have been very frightened, Drake," she said.
For the life of him he could not even affect a tenderness.
"On my account? There was not the least need."
Lady Angleford came forward hurriedly.
"Drake! You are not hurt! Thank God!" And her hands clasped his arm.
"You have got your jewels?" he said, in the curt tone with which a man tries to fend off a fuss. "Are they all there?"