'And I, Captain Dartrey, when do I go back to them?'
'Your mother comes down to consult with you. And now, do we ride together?'
'You are free?'
'My uncle, Lord Clan, lets me out.'
'To-day?'
'Why, yes!'
'This morning?'
'In an hour's time.'
'I will be ready.'
Nesta sent a line of excuse to Mrs. Marsett, throwing in a fervent adjective for balm.