She pulled it off at once, and tossed it to him. He caught it, and tucked it into the breast of his coat.
She wheeled her mount, and prepared to retrace her steps. The Colonel fell in beside her at a walking pace.
"Do you collect gloves, Colonel?"
"I have not up till now," he replied. "But a glove is a satisfactory keepsake, you know. Something of the wearer always remains with it."
"Let me tell you that a gallant man would have let me win!" she said, with a touch of raillery.
He turned his head. "Are you in general so spoilt?"
"Of course! I'm Bab Childe!" she replied, opening her eyes at him.
"And challenged me to a race in the expectation of being permitted to win?"
Her mouth lifted a little at the corners; the one eye he could see glinted provocatively. "What do you think?"
"I think you are too good a sportsman, Lady Barbara."