And I don't believe there's a horse in the stable that would get out of a walk, anyway." "You won't try to pass by any steam-rollers, and you'll look out for automobiles, won't you ?" said Sylvia.
Horace left them talking and set out hurriedly.

When he reached the Ayres house he entered the gate, passed between the flowering shrubs which bordered the gravel walk, and rang the bell with vigor.

He was desperate.

Lucy herself opened the door.

When she saw Horace she turned red, then white.