"Well, Mr. Gaylord," she said, "you see no bones were broken, after all. But I appreciated your precaution in sending the buggy behind me, although it wasn't necessary.
"I felt somewhat responsible," replied Tom, and words failed him. "Here's Austen Vane," he added, indicating by a nod of the head the obvious presence of that gentleman. "You'll excuse me. There's a man here I want to see."
"What's the matter with Mr. Gaylord?" Victoria asked. "He seems so-- queer."
They were standing apart, alone, Hastings Weare having gone to the stables for the runabout.
"Mr. Gaylord imagines he doesn't get along with the opposite sex," Austen replied, with just a shade of constraint.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Victoria; "we got along perfectly the other day when he rescued me from the bushes. What's the matter with him?"
Austen laughed, and their eyes met.
"I think he is rather surprised to see you here," he said.