"Yes."
"You are not going to make another start immediately, I suppose?"
"Not till next week, I think."
"Then you'll come back with us to-night?"
"Thanks."
Here he reined up his horse just beside Rachel's railing, and sent a furtive but searching glance up into her pretty blushing face.
"Allow me to introduce my wife's cousin, Miss Fetherstonhaugh," said Mr. Thornley, laying his hand on her shoulder with a paternal gesture. "Rachel, my dear—Mr. Roden Dalrymple."
