"Well, was it worth your trouble, Miss Kick-over the-traces?" he asked. "Oh, it was glorious! I'll never forget it." Eliza's cheeks were burning now, her aching hands relaxed their hold, and she drew a deep breath the first of which she had been conscious since the start, fifteen minutes before. "Now, on with your boots and your sweater. We'll have an hour's wait for Natalie."