"Larry——" she began softly.
But old Burke leant down from his seat.
"We'll be late for the thrain," he announced imperturbably.
Again Milbanke started nervously.
"Perhaps, Clodagh——" he began.
Clodagh bent her head.
"Shut the door, Larry," she said. "And—and you were a darling to think of it."
Asshlin closed the door.
"Good-bye, Nance! Good-bye, sir! Good-bye, Clo!"
He looked bravely into the carriage; but his face was still preternaturally red.