It was clear she was entirely herself again.
Then Silver stood in the door and smiled at her. He was very quiet and rather pale.
The girl looked up at him suspiciously.
"Where've you been?" she asked.
"With the horses," he answered.
She was not to be deceived.
"You've been having a hunt of your own," she said. "I hope you didn't find."
He looked out of the window evasively.
"Scent poor to bad," he said slowly.
By the time they mounted it was late in the afternoon, and the glory had departed from the day.