“I am ready to start, mademoiselle,” was my answer; and I swung myself into the saddle.
“You have been very quick.”
“It is for you I am anxious. Au revoir. Now Ivan;” and without waiting for more, I clapped the heels into my horse and cantered off. I looked back as I rounded a bend in the avenue, and saw that Madame Korvata had joined Helga, and that they were getting into the carriage.
Ivan rode up to me as we came out upon the road.
“To the right, if you please, your honour.”
He looked along the road in the opposite direction somewhat anxiously, but his face cleared.
“Do you wish to travel fast?”
“I am in your hands.”
“I think it would be best for a few miles, your honour,” he said, and accordingly we whipped along at a smart pace until the suburbs of the city were left well behind. Then he struck through a number of by-roads, until I was utterly at sea as to our whereabouts, except that by the sun I could tell we were travelling north; and we fell into a walking pace on reaching a very steep zig-zag hill.
Ivan was a fine sturdy fellow, with a strong, very intelligent face, and he sat his horse with consummate skill. I liked his looks.