What a mercy you thought of bringing a horse!' 'Why!--I brought it for--for Mrs.Burgoyne,' said the young man, astonished, looking round for his cousin.

'We found the carriage waiting at the Sforza Cesarini gate, and the man told us you were an hour behind your time.

So I thought Eleanor would be dead-tired, and I went to that man--you remember ?--we got a horse from before--' But Manisty had hurried Lucy on without listening to a word; and she herself was now too dizzy with fatigue and loss of blood to grasp what was being said around her.
Reggie fell back in despair on Mrs.Burgoyne.
'Eleanor!--what have you been doing to yourselves! What a nightmare of an afternoon! How on earth are you going to walk back all this way?
What's wrong with Miss Foster ?' 'Some rough boys threw stones at her, and her arm is badly cut.

Edward will take her on to Genzano, find a doctor and then bring her home .-- We'll go on first, and send back another carriage for them.

You angel, Reggie, to think of that horse!' 'But I thought of it for you, Eleanor,' said the young man, looking in distress at the delicate woman for whom he had so frank and constant an affection.