"Who is this?" she whispered quickly.
"Let me introduce him," answered the Captain.
"Lady Betty Redhurst, Mr. Jones, until recently my chief engineer. Jones, Lady Betty Redhurst."
"I'm unco' pleased tae meet ye," said McPhulach, extending a huge red hand with its blunt, misshapen fingers. "I'm frae Pontypreed mesel'," he added inconsequently.
The elegant woman touched the engineer's hairy paw with the tips of her gloved fingers and smiled sweetly.
"Better sit down there," said Calamity, indicating the seat opposite, but Lady Betty spoke hastily.
"Wouldn't you prefer to sit in front, Mr. Jones?" she asked, with seeming solicitude for his comfort; "you can see the country much better there, and it's really very pretty just now."
McPhulach, only too glad of a chance to sit beside the chauffeur, where he might smoke, obeyed with alacrity, and the Captain had to own himself out-manoeuvred. The chauffeur then took his seat, and the car glided noiselessly out of the station precincts.
"Does it seem strange to you to be coming home again?" asked Lady Betty in a voice which sounded almost caressing.
"It does—very," answered Calamity.