"Let us see you again soon, Aldyth," said her uncle, in the best of humours as he kissed her. "Remember that your steed will need frequent exercise, or she will get too skittish even for so good a horsewoman as you are. What are you going to name her, by the by?"
"Oh, am I to give her a name? You should do that, I think, uncle."
"Not I; she is yours to all intents and purposes. You do not expect me to mount her?"
"No, indeed; I think she would hardly carry you," said Aldyth, smiling. "But you are too good to me; you spoil me with kindness. Well, I must think of a name for her. I have a great mind to call her Pansy; she is so glossy and bright."
"Pansy! That's the same as Heartsease, is it not? Not a bad name for her mistress, eh, Guy? But come, sir; surely you are going to escort these ladies to Woodham?"
"Oh, I don't mind if I do," said Guy, who had evidently not intended to accompany them.
"Mind, indeed!" repeated his uncle.
"I mean, I shall be happy to do so," he said.
"Ah, that's more like it," returned the old man.
"Pray do not trouble yourself to be so polite, Guy," said Aldyth.