"No."
"Do you know who it was?"
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
"It was I."
"You?" exclaimed Antoinette. "Were you driving with Mr. Southwode? How came you to be going with him?"
"Why should I not?"
"Why—" with a glance at Rotha's dress. Rotha saw and understood, but would not enlighten her.
"Did you ever go with him before?"
"Yes."