Off ran the boy.
“But——” began Lady Dillon.
O’Hagan patted her arm. The chauffeur, having received the boy’s message, could be seen looking in their direction. Presently he walked across to where they stood. Recognising Lady Dillon, he stared; then touched his cap.
“I ordered you to bring the car over,” said O’Hagan, icily.
“Sir Brian”——began the man.
“Did you understand my words?”
The chauffeur ran back, and in a few moments the big car was drawn up to the kerb. O’Hagan placed Lady Dillon comfortably in a cushioned corner.
“Good-night, dear Lady Dillon,” he said. “I will bring Brian home to you very shortly!”
Her wondering, tearful eyes never left his face. To the now deferential though badly embarrassed man:
“Home!” said O’Hagan.