The castle we visited was grim and grey enough; but it was not the kind of afternoon when one could enjoy to the full such a place, so we were not long before we turned our horses' heads homeward.

Time after time, on our homeward journey, did I contrive to be alone with Miss Forrest, but always in vain.

She kept by the side of Edith Gray in spite of all my schemes to get her by mine.

Her lips were compressed, and her eyes had a strange look.

I longed to know what she was thinking about, but her face revealed nothing.
We came to the house at length, however, and then I hastened from her side to lift her from the saddle.