"That's why you brought me out here," he announced. "Oh, Nelly Lebrun, what's behind your mind? Who is it? By heaven, it's this Lord Nick!"
"Mr. Donnegan, you're letting your imagination run wild."
"It's gone straight to the point. But I'm not angry. I think I may get back in time."
He turned his horse, and the girl swung hers beside him and caught his arm.
"Don't go!" she pleaded. "You're right; it's Nick, and it's suicide to face him!"
The face of Donnegan set cruelly.
"The main obstacle," he said. "Come and watch me handle it!"
But she dropped her head and buried her face in her hands, and, sitting there for a long time, she heard his careless whistling blow back to her as he galloped toward The Corner.