As she spoke they dashed suddenly into an avenue of high trees through whose branches the moonlight played fantastic, uncanny shadows on the white road. Travers' horse shied violently, and for some minutes his work was cut out for him in pacifying the excited animal. When they were once more bowling smoothly over the open plain, he glanced down at the girl beside him.
She was smiling to herself.
"You have nerve!" he remarked admiringly.
"I have lots more when it is wanted," she answered, looking up at him. The light struck full on their faces, and they could read each other's expressions as clearly as if it had been midday.
"How much farther is it at the rate we are going?" she asked.
"Another twenty minutes."
"Another twenty minutes!" she repeated thoughtfully. "That is quite a long time, isn't it?"
He flicked his whip across the horse's ears.
"Yes, and I'm glad," he said. "Otherwise, I shouldn't have seen much of you. I happen to know that I am taking in Miss Caruthers to dinner, and dinner takes up most of the evening at these functions."
"You are taking in Lois Caruthers!" she said, laughing. "I know of some one who will be annoyed."