and that I cannot bear--" Then her face was on his breast in a passion of weeping, and his arms were round her, and his lips on her hair.
IV Dick found his master a poor travelling companion as they rode home.

He made a few respectful remarks as to the sport of the day, but he was answered by a wandering eye and a complete lack of enthusiasm.

Mr.Robin rode loosely and heavily.

Three or four times his mare stumbled (and no wonder, after all that she had gone through), and he jerked her savagely.
Then Dick tried another tack and began to speak of the company, but with no greater success.

He discoursed on the riding of Mrs.Fenton, and the peregrine of Mr.Thomas, who had distinguished herself that day, and he was met by a lack-lustre eye once more.
Finally he began to speak of the religious gossip of the countryside--how it was said that another priest, a Mr.Nelson, had been taken, in London, as Mr.Maine had been in Cornwall; that, it was said again, priests would have to look to their lives in future, and not only to their liberty; how the priest, Mr.Simpson, was said to be a native of Yorkshire, and how he was ridden northwards again, still with Mr.
Ludlam.