What a beautiful horse!" "Isn't it!" he said, grateful for her praise.

"It is a new one--a present from my father this morning." "A very valuable present! It ought to be able to jump." "It is.

I put it at a bank just now, and it cleared it like a bird.

I am very glad I have met you.

I wanted to tell you something." She raised her eyes from the horse and waited, with the quietude, the self-possession and dignity which seemed so strange in one so young, and which, by its strangeness, fascinated him.