"Certainly," said Ethel, softly. "I am sorry, Mary. You must not wait for anything. Fitz," she called down, "can you let Mary have the brougham?"
"Yes," said Fitz. "What does she want it for?"
Then when the sobbing handmaid told him all, he said, like the kind fellow he was:
"Yes, and tell William to put the pair of grays in for you. They'll take you to the station fast enough to catch the train."
Mary went off gratefully, and Fitz and Ethel soon afterward mounted and started for their ride.
"I wouldn't heat him too much," said Fitz, who seemed to be saving his horse, to Ethel.
"We are not going far, are we?" asked Ethel.
"Oh, not if you like, though I think we had better take the opportunity. We may not have many more rides together, Eth."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Let us have a long ride, Fitz, then," she said.