She drew herself up passionately, and gave a smart touch with her whip to the mare’s flank, who bounded forward, and had to be checked by Falloden’s hand on her bridle.
“Don’t get run away with, while you are denouncing me!” he said, smiling, as they pulled up.
“I really didn’t want any help!” said Constance, panting. “I could have stopped her quite easily.”
“I doubt it. She is really not the lamb you think her!”
“Nor is her mistress: I return the remark.”
“Which has no point. Because only a mad-man—”
“Could have dreamed of comparing me—to anything soft and docile?” laughed Constance.
There was another silence. Before them at the end of a long green vista the gate opening on the main road could be seen.
Constance broke it. “Wounded pride, and stubborn will were hot within her.
“Well, it is a great pity we should have been sparring like this. I can’t remember who began it. But now I suppose I may do what I like with the dances I promised you?”