"I give you my honour, mistress," he said.
She tossed the paper upon the table; she went swiftly across to the further door, and opened it.
"Anne!" she said.
A voice answered her from within.
"Put out my riding-dress. Pack all that you can, that I shall need in the country. We have to ride at noon." She shut the door again, and turned on us—or rather, upon Mr. Chiffinch.
"Sir," she said, "you have done your errand. Perhaps you will now relieve me of your company. I shall be awaiting my cousin, Mr. Roger Mallock, as the King requires, at noon."
"Dolly—" said I.
She continued, looking through me, as through glass.
"At noon: and I trust he will not keep me waiting."
There was no more to be done. We turned and went out.