“You have forgotten me, Mistress Barbara,” he said.
She frowned slightly.
“My father, Lord Gore, is here, I believe.”
Her eyes flashed suddenly, and she colored.
“Oh—you are—”
“The boy who pulled your ribbons off—that day—at Sheen. You may remember the incident,” and he bowed.
Barbara remembered it. There was a short pause.
“You have changed,” she said, curtly, glancing over her shoulder at the glass panel in the door.
He passed a hand critically over his chin.
“Seemingly, in the heat of adventure. My father’s man took me for a bully. I have been in England about five hours.”