“That coach belongs to my Lord Sayle!”
“And pray, what then?”
“When he wants anything he generally gets it,” she answered.
“And why is he so cursed, child?”
“Because nobody dare gainsay him!”
Now hearing the taunt in her voice, reading it in her look, Sir John’s blue eyes grew suddenly very keen and bright, then he laughed a little bitterly.
“You think ’tis time one dared the fellow, perhaps. Ah, Rose, had we Sir John Dering with us, were my master here——”
“’Twould be a new experience for him to meet—a dangerous man!” she retorted.
“Indeed, child, you grow a little bloodthirsty, I think!” he sighed. “Rest you here a moment. I must speak a word with master landlord.”
Left alone, she stood to stare after Sir John’s slender, light-treading figure, then, turning about, entered the inn.