He spun round in her sight, though his demeanour was manfully rigid.
‘Have I understood, madam...?’
‘You would not request me to repeat it. Is that your horse the man is leading?’
‘My horse: it must be my horse.’
‘Mount and ride back. Leave me: I shall not eat. Reflect, by yourself. You are in a position of one who is not allowed to decide by his feelings. Mr. Radnor you know where to find.’
‘But surely, some food? I cannot have misapprehended?’
‘I cannot eat. I think you have understood me clearly.’
‘You wish me to go?’
‘I beg.’
‘It pains me, dear madam.’