Richard.
[Caressing her gently.] It was that little spill we had, my darling! That’s why you’re still a little shaken. I feel much the same way myself! Ajax was trotting along nicely and, after all, it was hardly strange how frightened he became at that steam-car!
Lydia.
[Ruefully.] Poor little pony! I should think they might have waited for their old experiment till after our wedding! One thing, I am sure that when Papa informs Mr. Van Beuren about the accident, he will put a stop to any such ridiculous practises! [Tossing her curls.] Steam-cars, indeed!
Richard.
[Thoughtfully.] I suppose so. And yet, of course it isn’t as if it had been a serious accident! Ajax stopped as soon as we upset! [He bends over her with sudden anxiety.] You—you’re quite sure it didn’t hurt you, my darling?
Lydia.
[With a little laugh.] Why, Richard, you’ve asked me that a hundred times! Of course it didn’t hurt! I was just a bit frightened—more for poor little Jaxy than myself. How he did run! That steam-car made such a queer noise—and moving that way without a thing to make it go. Positively creepy, I call it! [Rousing herself.] But my frock’s all right! There’s only this——
[She pushes back her bonnet and clustering curls to show his concerned eyes a tiny mark over her left temple.
Richard.