He ran, and gained her side before she had mounted.
"As you are going out, why shouldn't we have a walk together?
Give up your ride this morning." "I'm very sorry I can't," Constance answered, pleasantly.

"The exercise is necessary for me." "But just this once--" "Impossible! The morning is too fine and the roads too good." She sprang into the saddle, and was off--much to Dyce's mortification.
He had not dreamt that she could refuse his request.

And he had meant to talk with such generous confidence, such true comradeship; it was even his intention to tell Constance that he looked more for her sympathy and aid than for that of anyone else.

Surely this would have been very gratifying to her; she could not but have thanked him with real feeling.
At luncheon, Miss Bride was obviously unrepentant.

One would have said that it amused her to notice the slight coldness 'which Lashmar put into his manner towards her.