But Ralph and Suzanne were not going to ride in the waggon, for they had horses to carry them.

At the last moment, indeed, Jan, whose head was still buzzing with the peach-brandy, insisted upon giving Ralph the great _schimmel_, that same stallion which Sihamba had ridden when she warned us of the ambush in the pass, galloping twenty miles in the hour.

This shows me that Providence can turn even a man's vices to account, for afterwards the _schimmel_ was very useful.
So there was much kissing and many good-byes; Ralph and Suzanne saying that they would soon be back, which indeed was the case with one of them, till at last they were off, Jan riding with them a little way towards their first outspan by the sea, fourteen miles distant, where they were to sleep that night.
When they had gone I went into my bedroom, and sitting down, I cried, for I was sorry to lose Suzanne, even for a little and for her own good, and my heart was heavy.

Also my quarrel with the _predicant_ had put me out of temper.

When I had got over this fit I set to work to tidy Suzanne's little sleeping place, and that I found a sad task.