"Trying to get home. I have been thrown from my pony."
"Thrown! where?"
"Away on the moor—I don't know where. I never was there before. I am not hurt."
"Then how come you here?"
"Walked here, sir."
"And where are your servants?"
"You forget. I am only Eleanor Powle—I do not go with a train after me."
But she was obliged to give an account of the whole affair.
"You must not go alone in that way again," said he decidedly. "Sit down again."
"Look where the sun is. I am going home," said Eleanor.