"That was certain once he knew we were training for you," she said. "I suppose dad's going to see who he'll give the ride to."
"Shall we canter?" said the young man. "I don't want to miss it."
"That's all right," replied the girl. "Father won't set 'em their work till I come."
It was clear she wished to keep him walking at her side, and he was pleased.
The incident on the cliff had brought them closer. For the first time the young man felt the warmth of the girl breaking through the barriers of her reserve. Her eyes, when they met his, were friendly, even affectionate. It was his turn to be pleasantly shy.
"D'you love them?" she asked.
She felt somehow so much older than he that she was free to question him.
"The horses?" he asked. "Rur-rather," with that infectious enthusiasm of his.
"You've got some pretty good ones," she told him.
"D'you think so?" keenly.