"You'll do it," snarled Kneedrock, sotto-voce.
"You know Caryll Carleigh, don't you, dear?" asked Lady Bellingdown.
She turned her big violet eyes his way, and he, watching eagerly, saw them fold to slits, just as Kneedrock had said. And Kneedrock saw them, too.
"And you prayed to be kept from mischief, eh?" he mused. "But of course you didn't mean it."
She crossed to Carleigh's side and sat down there. "And I prayed for others, too," she told him. "For you." With a laugh. "You need it; don't you?"
"I need it," he answered shortly. "Yes, surely."
She pulled off her heavy gloves and gave them, with the stick, to the staghound, which walked gravely away at once.
"Did you walk far?" Lady Bellingdown asked.
"Rather. To the Pine Needles."
"Why, that's twelve miles," said Lord Waltheof.