He has offered to take me on his pony, if you will give permission for me to go." "Certainly, you may go, Adele.

Monsieur Rupert will be careful of you, I am sure." "Yes, indeed," Rupert said.

"I will be very careful.
"Hugh, see my pony saddled, and get the hawks.

I will run in for a cloth to lay over the saddle." In five minutes the pony was brought round, a cloth was laid over the saddle, and Rupert aided Adele to mount, with as much deference as if he had been assisting a princess.

Then he took the reins and walked by the pony's head, while Hugh followed, with two hooded hawks upon his arm.
"They are a pretty pair," Colonel Holliday said, looking after them.
"Yes," Monsieur Dessin replied, but so shortly that the colonel looked at him with surprise.
He was looking after his daughter and Rupert with a grave, thoughtful face, and had evidently answered his own thought rather than the old cavalier's remark.
"Yes," he repeated, rousing himself with an effort, "they are a pretty pair indeed." At a walking pace, Rupert Holliday, very proud of his charge, led the pony in the direction of the pool in which the heron had an hour before been seen by Hugh, the boy and girl chattering in French as they went.