"We're driving," went on the tall girl. "You rode, didn't you?
"Yes."
"Lord Talgarth's mare, isn't it? I thought I recognized her."
"Yes. I haven't got a horse of my own, you know," said Jenny deliberately.
"Oh!"
Jenny suddenly felt her hatred rise almost to passion.
"I must be going," she said. "I've got to visit an old woman who's dying. A rector's daughter, you know—"
"Ah! yes."
Then Jenny mounted from a rock (Lady Richard held the mare's head and settled the habit), and rode slowly away downhill.