“Never!” he exclaimed. “My only fear is that your ladyship may get tired of Charlton!”
“Then dismiss that apprehension,” she rejoined. “I cannot feel ennui if you are there.”
Just then the clatter of hoofs was heard behind them, and the baronet's spirited horses, startled by the sound, set off at a pace that gave her ladyship a momentary fright.
But the runaways were quickly checked, and Sir Bridgnorth looking round, saw that Lord Courland and Scrope Danvers were galloping after them.
“What the deuce is the matter?” he shouted.
“Nothing,” replied Scrope.
“Then take it quietly,” said the baronet. “My horses won't stand that noise.”
Thereupon, the pace was slackened on both sides, and Lady Thicknesse asked Lord Courland if he was going to Brackley.
“I hope you are,” she added. “My sister, Lady Barfleur, will be charmed to see your lordship!”
“I want to consult your ladyship,” he replied, bringing his horse as close to her as he could, and speaking in a low voice.