She continued to feign a headache.

But all the time she was thinking of the scene in the wood that morning, when she and Falloden had--to amuse themselves--plotted the rise in life, and the matrimonial happiness, of Herbert and Alice.

How little they had cared for what they talked about! They talked only that they might laugh together--hear each other's voices, look into each other's eyes-- "Where did you ride this morning ?" said Nora suddenly.
"Somewhere out towards Godstowe," said Constance vaguely.
"I saw Mr.Falloden riding down the High this morning, when I was on the way to the Bodleian.

He just looks splendid on horseback--I must give him that.

Why doesn't he ride with you sometimes, as he chose your horse ?" "I understand the whole of Oxford would have a fit if a girl went out riding with an undergraduate," said Constance, her voice muffled in the pillow.