"But I'm game!" she often said to herself. "I won't give up the fight until I have to. Then, if I get left, I won't howl."
There were several things in Kate's favour. First, Carolina showed no symptoms of being in love with Noel, although she must know that she could have him if she wanted him. Second, but this thought gave her almost the same discomfort as if Carolina should fancy St. Quentin, Carolina was in a fair way to become violently interested in another man,--Colonel Yancey.
The thought of how this news would stir Noel brought such a colour into Kate's cheeks that Noel, turning his eyes for the fraction of a second from the wheel, said:
"Motoring becomes you, Kate."
"I-it's more than I can s-say for y-you, then," she answered. "You look like a burglar in that mask."
"Now sit tight," said St. Quentin, "I'm going to let her out a little here."
Noel's idea of letting her out a little was more than Kate's nerves could stand. She touched Noel's arm imploringly and he obediently slowed up. Kate could hardly get her breath.
"Wasn't that fine?" asked St. Quentin.
"It was s-simply devilish. I'd rather travel in a wheelbarrow. It g-gives you more time for the scenery."
"You are just like Carolina. She hates racing. She likes to jog along about like this."