She gave the grey the rein and he carried her forward at a canter.

From here she saw the last of the horsemen below her sweep round the curve towards Baronmead, and the hubbub growing fainter in the distance told her that the hounds were already plunging through the woods.

Ahead of her the ridge culminated in a bare knoll whence it was evident that she could overlook a considerable stretch of country.

She urged her animal towards it.
The mist was thickening in the valley, and it had begun to drizzle.

The watch on her wrist said two o'clock, and she determined to turn her face homewards as soon as she had taken this final glimpse.
The grey, snorting and sweating, stumbled up the slippery ascent.