Dorothy looked at Manners appealingly.
"What say you, Doll?" he inquired. "You shall determine."
"Nay, you decide."
"To that clump of trees," interposed De la Zouch.
"Well, if Dorothy does not object—"
"Not I, in truth," she interrupted.
"Away we go, then," replied Manners. "There and back at once?" he asked.
"No, only there," replied Sir Henry, ill-concealing a malicious grin. "It will be a long, long time before you come back this way, I trow," he added under his breath.
"But we are not yet placed," said Dorothy's lover, as De la Zouch was about to start away. "We two must fall in the rear, Sir Henry."
"Nay, I am equally as well mounted as you," returned the maiden. "We will run upon our merits, or I shall withdraw."