"I might have asked her!" she cried.
"Captain Goby looked at her severely," said Augustin, "and so did De Vere."
Goby and De Vere denied it.
"Never mind," said the duchess, "this time she can't escape. We are on the track."
They passed a man a few miles farther on, and only Augustin noticed him.
"You are right, Titania; we are certainly on the track. That man was Timothy Bunting," he said. "Pen has been shedding her retainers all along the road. I suspect Bob of furious driving."
A few miles farther, at the foot of a steep rise, they saw a young and pretty woman weeping on a heap of stones.
"I wonder if that is another of 'em," said Augustin.
It was Mary, whom Geordie had deposited on the road half-way between two villages.
"Have two motor-cars gone this way?" asked Bradstock.