"No, really."
"You were laughing at me."
"No, honestly, I wasn't."
"Certain?" Miss Moore looked at him suspiciously.
"Come and look at the horses," said Andrew.
So they crossed from the path, through the narrow belt of trees to the pasture fence, and presently, in answer to Andrew's calls, the horses came trotting up one by one, standing shyly and sniffing with outstretched noses at Andrew's hand. He crossed the fence into the field and fed them with bunches of grass. Judith looked on longingly.
"Could I come over?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yes, indeed," he said. "Do."
"Turn your back, then."
Andrew obeyed promptly, and Miss Moore mounted slowly to the top rail, where she stood uncertainly a moment. It slipped, she gave a little cry, and the next instant Andrew had lifted her lightly down. He held her for a second in his arms; each felt the tremour of the other's heart, and then she was released and was standing trembling by his side. The horses pricked their ears and eyed her nervously, and Andrew gazed down at her with his heart in his eyes.