“Mr. Linton, you are coming with us, a'n't you?” said a lady's voice from a britzska close by.
“I really don't know how the arrangement is; Cashel said something about my driving Lady Kilgoff.”
Lady Kilgoff pressed her lips close, and gathered her mantle together as if by some sudden impulse of temper, but never spoke a word. At the same instant Cashel made his appearance from the house.
“Are you to drive me, Mr. Cashel?” said she, calmly.
“If you will honor me so far,” replied he, bowing.
“I fancied you said something to me about being her Ladyship's charioteer,” said Linton.
“You must have been dreaming, man,” cried Cashel, laughing.
“Will you allow my Lady to choose?” rejoined Linton, jokingly, while he stole at her a look of insolent malice.
Cashel stood uncertain what to say or do in the emergency, when, with a firm and determined voice, Lady Kilgoff said,—
“I must own I have no confidence in Mr. Linton's guidance.”