“I can only say that his motive does him honor,” he said steadily.
Suddenly he gave a cry for he chanced to look through the window and saw that they had reached the country. He had been so deeply interested in his companion that all knowledge of time and place had left him, but now he realized that he would be late for his appointment.
“Where are we?” he asked anxiously.
“I really do not know,” she answered with indifference.
“I must get back to London at once. Please order the chauffeur to return.”
“You will not do what I ask; then why should I help you?” she said with a touch of malice.
In an instant he had moved the indicator, the car came to a standstill, and he jumped to the ground.
“How far are we from a railway station?” Drake demanded curtly from the chauffeur.
“Two or three miles, sir,” the chauffeur replied.
“Mr. Drake, come back into the car,” Lady Ethel said in a low voice; and when she saw that he hesitated, added to the chauffeur: “Drive back towards London, but stop when we meet a taxi-cab.”