I was casting about for some philosophical truths to fit it, when my revery was interrupted by a shout from Radnor.
I turned to find the horses--three of them--waiting at the portico steps.

Rad was going then after all.

He and his father had evidently patched up some sort of a truce, but I soon saw that it was only a truce.

The two avoided crossing eyes, and as we rode along they talked to me instead of to each other.
The party met at Mathers Hall.

The plan was for us to ride to Luray that morning, spend most of the afternoon there, and then return to the Hall for a supper and dance in the evening.