“So it is, indeed! And the other—”
“Reginald Trevor!”
By this the two horsemen were so near, there was no opportunity for the sisters to exchange further speech, save in undertone; Sabrina, as a last word of caution, whispering,—
“We are helpless, and must play a part I’ve thought of it; will tell you when we’re alone. So be more than civil; very polite.”
“I will try.”
Rupert, a little in the advance, was now up; and suddenly checked his charger to a halt, in such wise as to present the attitude of Mercury just alighted on a “heaven-kissing hill.”
“Fair ladies?” he said. “I have not the pleasure of knowing you. But this gentleman, who has, if you object not, will do me the honour of an introduction.”
“His Royal Highness, Prince Rupert,” announced Trevor, after saluting on his own account, somewhat awkwardly.
The “fair ladies” acknowledged the introduction with a bow; even smilingly, which was more than might have been expected. They said nothing, however, leaving the Prince to direct the course of conversation.
Well pleased with his reception he went on,—