Her face lit up, and she breathed softly. She was now the daughter of a rich man, but she wanted Drake, none the less.
"The Fates are against me, Drake," she whispered; "but I will come back."
"Where the devil is that confounded maid of yours, Luce?" Turfleigh called to her.
Burden came down the stairs. Her veil was drawn over the upper part of her face, but the lower part was white to the lips.
"I'm half inclined to leave her behind," said Lady Luce irritably. "Pray be quick, Burden!"
Burden got up on the box seat without a word.
Drake put Lady Luce in, held her hand for a moment, then the carriage started, and he was standing alone, staring after it half stupidly.
He was still free!