"You are not afraid to drive into the city alone?" he asked.
"Alone! Why, my cousin—"
"Your cousin is going to stay with me."
She flung back her head; amazement, question, relief struggled over her sensitive face, and finally melted into irrepressible mirth under the fine amusement of his regard.
"You are clever—and kind, to do that! No, I am not afraid."
He closed the door.
"Take your mistress home," he bade the chauffeur. "Crank for him, Rupert."
"Why, why—" stammered the limousine's other passenger, turning as the motor started.
No one heeded him.
"By-by, don't break any records," Rupert called after the chauffeur. "Hold yourself in, do. If you shed any more tires, telegraph for me, and if I'm within a day's run I'll come put them on for you and save you time."