"Don't be cross with me. I thought at first I'd pull
up, but then I thought: 'If I jump he can't help being nice'--so I
did--Don't leave off loving me because I'm not hurt, please."

Terribly moved, he sat down beside her, took her hands in his, and said:

"Nell! Nell! it's all wrong--it's madness!"

"Why? Don't think about it! I don't want you to think--only to love
me."

"My child, you don't know what love is!"

For answer she only flung her arms round his neck; then, since he held
back from kissing her, let them fall again, and jumped up.

"Very well. But I love you. You can think of THAT--you can't prevent
me!" And without waiting for help, she mounted the magpie horse from the
sand-heap where they had fallen.

Very sober that ride home! The horses, as if ashamed of their mad chase,
were edging close to each other, so that now and then his arm would touch
her shoulder. He asked her once what she had felt while she was jumping.

"Only to be sure my foot was free. It was rather horrid coming down,
thinking of Magpie's knees;" and touching the little horse's goat-like
ears, she added softly: "Poor dear! He'll be stiff to-morrow."

She was again only the confiding, rather drowsy, child. Or was it that
the fierceness of those past moments had killed his power of feeling? An
almost dreamy hour--with the sun going down, the lamps being lighted one
by one--and a sort of sweet oblivion over everything!

At the door, where the groom was waiting, Lennan would have said
good-bye, but she whispered: "Oh, no, please! I AM tired now--you might
help me up a little."

And so, half carrying her, he mounted past the Vanity Fair cartoons, and
through the corridor with the red paper and the Van Beers' drawings, into
the room where he had first seen her.

Once settled back in Dromore's great chair, with the purring kitten
curled up on her neck, she murmured:

"Isn't it nice? You can make tea; and we'll have hot buttered toast."

And so Lennan stayed, while the confidential man brought tea and toast;
and, never once looking at them, seemed to know all that had passed, all
that might be to come.

Then they were alone again, and, gazing down at her stretched out in that
great chair, Lennan thought:

"Thank God that I'm tired too--body and soul!"

But suddenly she looked up at him, and pointing to the picture that
to-day had no curtain drawn, said:

"Do you think I'm like her? I made Oliver tell me about-