This horrid thought made Letty shake with terror. Then she screamed, for a hideous figure, enveloped in a dark cloak, and with a mask covering his face, loomed up, and wrenched open the door of the carriage, presenting the barrel of a large horse-pistol, and growling in ferocious accents: “Hand over the gewgaws, and be quick about it!”

The moonlight glinted on the pistol, and the hand that held it. Letty cried: “Don’t, don’t!” and tried with feverish haste to unclasp the single row of pearls from round her throat.

“Not you!” said the highwayman, even more ferociously. “You!”

The pistol was now pointing straight at Nell, but instead of shrinking away, or making haste (as Letty quaveringly implored her to do) to strip off her bracelets and rings and large pendant that flashed on her breast, she was sitting bolt upright, her incredulous gaze fixed at first on the hand that grasped the pistol, and then lifting to the masked face.

“Quick!” commanded the highwayman harshly. “If you don’t want me to put a bullet through you!”

“Dysart!”

“Hell and the devil confound it!” ejaculated his lordship, adding, however, in a hasty attempt to cover this lapse: “None o’ that! Hand over the gewgaws!”

“Take that pistol away!” ordered Nell. “How dare you try to frighten me like this? Of all the outrageous things to do—! It is a great deal too bad of you! What in the world possessed you?”

“Well, if you can’t tell that you must be a bigger sapskull than I knew!” said his lordship disgustedly. He pulled off his mask, and called over his shoulder: “Bubbled, Corny!”

“There, what did I tell you?” said Mr. Fancot, putting up the weapon with which he had been covering the coachman, and riding up to bow politely to the occupants of the carriage. “You ought to have let me do the trick, dear boy: I said her ladyship would recognize you!”

“Well, I don’t know how the devil she should!” said the Viscount, considerably put-out.

“Oh, Dy, how absurd you are!” Nell exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “The moonlight was shining on the ring Mama gave you when you came of age! And then you said, Not you! to Letty! Of course I recognized you!”

“Then you might have had the wit to pretend you didn’t!” said the Viscount, with asperity. “Totty-headed, that’s what you are, my girl! Hi, Joe! No need to keep those fellows covered any longer! I’ve lost the bet.”

“Dysart, how abominable of you!” Nell said indignantly. “To bring your groom into this is utterly beyond the line!”

“Fiddle!” said the Viscount. “You might as well say it was beyond the line to bring Corny in! I’ve known Joe all my life! Besides, I told him it was for a wager.”

“I do say it was beyond the line to bring Mr. Fancot in. And I should have supposed he would have thought so too!” added Nell, with some severity.

“No, no! Assure you, ma’am! Always happy to be of service,” said Mr. Fancot gallantly. “Pleasure!”

Letty, to whom relief had brought its inevitable sequel, said in a furious undervoice: “Idiot!”

“Nothing of the sort!” said the Viscount, overhearing. “In fact, if we’re to talk of idiots—”

“I think you are detestable! You broke your engagement with Nell in the rudest way, just that you might play this odious trick on her, and frightened us to death for sport! Sport!”

“What a hen-hearted girl you are!” remarked his lordship scornfully. “Frightened you to death, indeed! Lord, Nell’s worth a dozen of you! Not but what she’s got more hair than wit! Of course I didn’t do it for sport! I had a devilish good reason, but one might as well try to milk a pigeon as set about helping a female out of a fix!”

Letty was so much intrigued by this cryptic utterance that her wrath gave place to the liveliest curiosity. “What can you mean? Who is in a fix? Is it Nell? But how—Oh, do tell me! I’m sorry I was cross, but how could I guess it was a plot, when no one told me?”

“Ask Nell!” recommended Dysart. “You’d best be on your way, if you don’t wish to be late. I’ll follow you presently.”

“Dysart!” said Nell despairingly. “It must be nearly eleven o’clock already! How can you possibly follow us? You cannot attend a masquerade in your riding-dress, and by the time you have returned to town, and—”

“Now, don’t fly into a fidget!” begged Dysart. “I’m not going all the way back to London! You must think I’m a gudgeon!”

“Oh, I do!” she interpolated, on a quiver of laughter.

“Well, that’s where you’re fair and far off,” he told her severely. “I’ve got all my toggery waiting for me at the Golden Lion here, and a chaise hired to bring me on to Brent House. Yes, and when I think that I never planned anything so carefully in my life, only to have it overset because nothing would do for you but to show how clever you are by screeching that you knew me, I have dashed good mind to wash my hands of the whole business!”

“Good God, dear boy, mustn’t say things like that!” intervened Mr. Fancot, considerably shocked. “I know you don’t mean it, but if anyone else heard you—”

“Well, there isn’t anyone else to hear me,” said the Viscount snappishly, walking away to where his groom was holding his horse.

Mr. Fancot, feeling that it behoved him to make his excuses for him, pressed up to the carriage, and bowed again to its dimly seen occupants, saying confidentially: “He don’t mean what he says when he gets in a miff—no need to tell you so! I know Dy, you know Dy! He won’t buckle!”

“Mr. Fancot,” said Nell, almost overcome by mortification, “I am persuaded I have no need to beg you not to tell anyone why Dysart tried to hold me up tonight!”

“I shouldn’t dream of it!” Mr. Fancot assured her earnestly. “Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me! Well, it stands to reason they couldn’t, because, now I come to think of it, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she repeated incredulously.

“Forgot to ask him,” he explained. “Well, I mean to say—no business of mine! Dy said, Come and help me to hold up m’sister’s carriage! and I said, Done! or some such thing. Nothing else I could say. Dashed inquisitive to be asking him why, you know!”

At this moment Dysart called impatiently to him, so he made his bow, and went off. Nell sank back into her corner of the carriage, exclaiming: “Thank heavens! I was ready to sink!” She became aware of her footman awaiting orders, and said hastily: “Tell James to drive on, if you please! His lordship was—was just funning!”

“I should think he must believe his lordship to be out of his mind,” observed Letty, as the carriage moved forward. “Why did he do it, Nell?”

“Oh, for a nonsensical reason!”

“Very likely! But what nonsensical reason?”

“I wish you will take a leaf out of that absurd Fancot’s book, and not ask inquisitive questions!”

“I daresay you do, but I shan’t! Come, now, you sly thing!”

“No, pray don’t tease me!” Nell begged.

“Oh, very well! I wonder what Giles will say to it?” said Letty, all sprightly innocence.

“Letty! You wouldn’t—!”

“Not if I were in your confidence, of course!” replied Letty piously.

“Really, you are the most unscrupulous girl!” declared Nell.

Letty giggled. “No, I am not, for I never betray secrets! I shan’t rest till I know this one, I warn you, for I cannot conceive what was in Dysart’s head, unless he was just knocking up a lark, and that I know he was not.”

“Well, pray don’t think too badly of him!” Nell said, capitulating.

But Letty, listening entranced to Nell’s story, did not think at all badly of Dysart. She said handsomely that he had far more wit than she had ever guessed and was much inclined to join him in blaming Nell for not having held her peace. “For if only you had pretended not to recognize him everything would now be in a fair way to being settled. And you can’t deny that if you had truly not known him you wouldn’t have cared a button for your jewels. I suppose you might have guessed how it was, when he brought you the money, but that wouldn’t have signified!”

“How can you say so? My peace would have been utterly cut up! I must have told Cardross—yet how might I have done so, when already he thinks Dy too—too rackety? Oh, it would have been worse than anything!”

“I declare you are the oddest creature!” Letty exclaimed. “For my part, I think you should have sold some of your jewels, and I don’t wonder at it that Dysart is out of all patience with you! I suppose you may do what you choose with what is your own!”

She continued arguing in this strain until Brent House was reached; and when Dysart presently joined his sister, in something very like a fit of the sullens, did much to restore him to good-humour by heartily applauding his ingenuity, commiserating him on the mischance which had brought his scheme to nothing, and abusing Nell for having such stupid crotchets. For once they found themselves much in sympathy, but when the Viscount said that if Nell made such a piece of work over a little necessary deception she had better screw up her courage and tell Cardross she was under the hatches again, agreement was at an end between them. Letty strongly opposed this suggestion. In her experience, Cardross, in general so indulgent, was abominably severe if he considered one had been extravagant; and if confronted by debts (however inescapable) he became positively brutal. She spoke with feeling, her last encounter with her exasperated brother still vivid in her mind. “Only because I purchased a dressing-case, which every lady must have, and desired him in the civillest way to pay for it, for how could I do so myself on the paltry sum he allows me for pin-money—he sent it back to the shop! I was never so mortified! And, would you credit it, Dysart?—he promised me that if I again ran into debt he would send me down to Merion in charge of a strict governess! A governess—!”