"The Lady Cleone Meredith!" exclaimed the Viscount, "but in a—wood!"
"She had fallen from her horse."
"How? When? Was she hurt?"
"How, I cannot tell you, but it happened about two hours ago, and her hurt was trifling."
"And you—found her?"
"I also saw her safely out of the wood."
"And you did not know her name?"
"I quite—forgot to ask it," Barnabas admitted, "and I never saw her until this morning."
"Why, then, my dear Bev," said the Viscount, his brow clearing, "let us go back to breakfast, all three of us."
But, now turning about, they perceived that the stranger was gone, yet, coming to the bridge, they presently espied him sitting beside the stream laving his hurts in the cool water.