He forthwith proceeded to saddle another horse.

Boulter also saw her as she passed the house, and, running in, told Mrs.Armour and the general.

They both ran to the window and saw dashing down the avenue--a picture out of Fenimore Cooper; a saddleless horse with a rider whose fingers merely touched the bridle, riding as on a journey of life and death.
"My God, it's Lali! She's mad--she's mad! She is striking that horse! It will bolt! It will kill her!" cried the general.
Then he rushed for a horse to follow her.

Mrs.Armour's hands clasped painfully.

For an instant she had almost the same thought as had Marion on the first morning of Lali's coming; but that passed, and left her gazing helplessly after the horse-woman.