“Why, surely,” said Edith, “you are not going to refuse your horse for a few minutes longer?”
Mowbray looked gloomily at her, and then started off. Edith rode by his side, and they both kept silence until they reached the park gate.
The porter came out, but on seeing Edith he stopped.
“It's all right,” said Edith. “You see I am with Captain Mowbray.”
Mowbray looked deeply perplexed, and as he said nothing, the porter began to open the gate.
“Stop,” said Mowbray.
“What!” cried Edith. “Captain Mowbray, what do you mean?”
“You must not go out,” said Mowbray.
“I thought you were only going as far as the gate, and would walk back. You must not try to follow me.”
“Must not?” cried Edith, whom the hope of escape had roused to intense excitement. “Do you say that to me?”