'A lady in a white dress brought him the message, he says. But to change the subject—What is your favourite pleasure?'
'Riding the wind.'
'Do you remember once—a great while ago—promising to give me an afternoon some time?'
'Did I? it must have been a great while,' said Wych Hazel. 'O yes, I do remember. Well?'
'Will you put to-morrow afternoon at my disposal?'
'If the thing to be done is within walking distance. Mr.
Falkirk will not let me ride.'
'I have brought home, I think, a nice little saddle horse, which I should like to have you try,' Rollo went on, not heeding this.
'Oh!' she said, with unmistakeable longing. 'But he has made me refuse at least five-and-forty just such horses this summer.'
'He will be amenable to reason to-morrow,' said Rollo comfortably. 'Shall I tell you what I want to do with you after I have got you on horseback?'
'Let me run—I hope,' said Wych Hazel.