“This day week,” said Mrs Brandon. And five minutes after Charley’s mare was galloping at such a rate that her rider did not see the grinning face of Max Bray peering at him from over a hedge. In fact, Charley saw nothing but his own thoughts till he reached the Court, where he encountered his father on the steps.
“Where have you been?” said the old gentleman sternly, but with a shade of sadness in his voice.
“To Copse Hall, Laneton,” replied Charley boldly.
“Is that where Miss Bedford now resides?” said the old gentleman, watching the play of his son’s features.
“Father,” said Charley, “I never deceived you yet.”
“No, Charley,” said Sir Philip with trembling voice. “Is it there?”
“Yes!” replied the young man; and he turned away.