"Do as I bid you without remark.

Tell her that I have good reasons for desiring her to remain within doors until my return.

On no account whatever is she to venture without the garden." I gathered up the reins, and he stood back from the horse's head.

When I had gone a few paces I drew rein, and, turning in my saddle, spoke to him across the dew-drenched grass.

"This is a trust, Diccon," I said.
The red came into his tanned face.