"Eh?" said Fitz, "what do you mean? I say, what's up? Something between you and Eth, I'll bet a pound. Yes, here you are, old fellow, here's the nag. Don't you two get up to mischief."
He got off in a moment, like the good-natured fellow that he was, and Bertie sprang into the saddle.
"You're a good fellow, Fitz," he said, gratefully.
"Just so," said Fitz, "that's what every man says; but, I say, I don't know whether it's the right thing. What will the earl and countess say? They're mighty particular, you know."
"I'll be responsible," said Bertie, laughing. "Good-by, old fellow; you are a good fellow, too."
Fitz nodded smilingly, and trotted off.
The two lovers, left thus, sat still, Ethel blushing and trembling, Bertie flushed and excited.
"Shall we have a gallop?" he said, and accordingly Ethel, without a word, put her horse into a run.
They rode to the end of the Row, then Bertie said:
"Don't you think it is very impudent of me to borrow your brother's horse and capture you?"