“Not know it!” concluded Magda gaily.
His hands fell away from her slim body abruptly.
“Oh, I should know it right enough!” he said jerkily.
His eyes kindled, and Magda, conscious of something suddenly disturbing and electric in the atmosphere, turned quickly and, leaving Storran to unharness the horse, made her way to where she espied Gillian sitting.
The latter looked up from her sewing.
“So you’ve got back? Did you have a good time?”
“Yes. It was quite amusing. There were heaps and heaps of ponies—some of them wild, unbroken colts which had been brought straight off the Moor. They were rearing and plunging all over the place. I loved them! By the way, I’m gong to learn riding, Gillyflower. Mr. Storran has offered to teach me. He says he has a nice quiet mare I could start on.”
A small frown puckered Gillian’s brows.
“Do you think Mrs. Storran will like it?”
Magda started.