She returned to the hall in time to see the light of De Rothan's lantern coming down the stairs. He radiated a triumphant tranquillity, and smiled at her with whimsical satisfaction.
"Mr. Durrell accepts my hospitality."
"You were able to persuade him?"
"With ease."
In twenty minutes they were in the yard, and De Rothan's men unfastening the horses. De Rothan had suffered Nance to go up and pack a small valise. He waited for her and for Anthony Durrell, and bowed them out into the yard. They had brought two spare mounts, a quiet old nag for Anthony Durrell, and De Rothan's favourite mare Étoile for Nance.
He hung near to Nance, overshadowing her with his presence.
"We have improvised a saddle for you. Étoile is very quiet. Let me help you up."
"Thank you—I can——"
"Pardon me, you cannot."
His confident courtesy dominated her, and she did not care to bicker with him.