A change came over Mrs. Lancaster's face.
"He is a gentleman," she said coldly.
"Oh, is he? He was a stage-driver."
Mrs. Lancaster drew herself up.
"If he was--" she began. But she stopped suddenly, glanced beyond Wickersham, and moved over to the further side of the carriage.
Just then a hand was laid on Wickersham's arm, and a voice behind him said:
"I beg your pardon."
Wickersham knew the voice, and without looking around stood aside for the speaker to make his adieus. Keith stepped into the carriage and pulled to the door before the footman could close it.
At the sound the impatient horses started off, leaving three men standing in the street looking very blank. Stirling was the first to speak; he turned to the others in amazement.
"Who is Keith?" he demanded.