“I will ride over—sometimes, Bess,” he said, slowly.
Her eyes flashed down at him, and then wavered away towards the woods.
“I knew you,” she said, simply, “when you lay on the grass—after I had put back Dan’s stick.”
“Knew me?”
“Yes.”
Richard said nothing, but there was a strange sense of hurrying at his heart.
They overtook Peter Gladden on the heath, and Richard taking the mare from him bade him go forward and warn the Lady Letitia of his coming. When the man had gone, Jeffray drew the pistols from the holsters, shook out the priming, and handed them to Bess. They were light weapons of delicate make, the butts set in Damascened silver. The girl took them and put them in her gown above her girdle.
“Be careful, Bess,” he said.
She laughed, and her eyes grew very bright of a sudden.
“You did not give me these in the dream,” she said.