"He told you, I suppose," said Mary, "that he was going away."
"Yes, for a month—what shall we do without him in the meantime? By the bye, I told him, Mary, of your conduct this afternoon."
"My conduct?" asked Mary in alarm.
"Yes, your insurmountable objection to a drive to Montrevor."
"Oh, Olivia!" in a tone of reproach.
"Yes, I did, indeed; and do you know what he said to this?"
"No, indeed," Mary anxiously replied.
"He laughed quite scornfully and said: 'She shall go there some day,' then spurred his horse and rode off at full speed. Ha! ha!
"'He laughs and he rides away.'
Nay, Mary do not look offended. He did not intend anything very insulting I dare say. Go dear, and rest yourself after this long walk Louis has dragged you, and which has made you look so pale."