Chapter Three.
Neil at Home.
“Morning, Elthorne. Had breakfast?”
“No,” said Alison, as he patted the neck of Sir Cheltnam’s horse, just reined up in front of the house. “No one down yet but the gov’nor and Isabel.”
“Isabel?” said the baronet eagerly. “Where is she?”
“Garden, I think. No, no. Don’t go after her. You’ll only scare her away. If you want that to come off, you must be careful. There, walk your horse round and come in to breakfast.”
“Had it.”
“Then come and have another. We shan’t start for our ride these two hours.”
“Oh, hang it! Mr Elthorne said he wanted me to see him put his horse through his paces. He’s not quite satisfied with his deal.”
“Yes, and ride alongside of Isabel.”