The Amateur Gentleman

"Stop!" cried Barnabas.

Uttering a frightened oath, the postilion pulled up with a jerk, but

as the chaise came to a standstill a window rattled down. Then

Barnabas lowered the pistol, and coming up beside the chaise looked

down into the troubled face of my Lady Cleone. And her checks were

very pale in the light of the lanterns, and upon her dark lashes was

the glitter of tears.