Graydon was at her side.

He did not see Miss Wildmere frowning with vexation and envy, or Arnault's complacent observance.

With sternly compressed lips and steady eye he watched Madge, that, whatever emergency occurred, he might do all that was possible.

The young girl herself was a presence not soon to be forgotten.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eye glowing with a joyous sense of power, and her pose, flexible to the eccentric motions of the horse, grace itself.