weight of the box; so that I shall be busy. You two gentlemen will,
I trust, amuse yourselves in your own way. Mr. Howard, the groom will
await your orders."

"Thanks," said Howard; "but I propose to sit quite still on a chair
which I have carried out on to the terrace. I have had enough of
driving to last me for a week;" and he shuddered.

Stafford laughed.

"Howard's easily disposed of, sir," he said. "Give him a hammock or an
easy-chair in the shade, and he can always amuse himself by going to
sleep."

"True; and if half the men I know spent their time in a similar fashion
this would be a brighter and a better world. What you will do, my dear
Stafford, I know by bitter experience. He will go and wade through a
river or ride at a break-neck pace down some of those hills. Stafford
is never happy unless he is trying to lay up rheumatism for his old age
or endeavouring to break his limbs."

Sir Stephen looked across the table at the stalwart, graceful frame;
but he said nothing: there was no need, for his eyes were eloquent of
love and admiration.

Stafford changed into riding things soon after breakfast, went down to
the stables and had Adonis saddled. Davis superintended the operation
and the stablemen edged round to watch. Davis expressed his approval as
Stafford mounted and went off on a splendid creature, remarking as he
started:

"Beautiful mouth, Davis!"

"Yes, Pottinger," said Davis, succinctly, "he's worthy of him. That's
what I call 'hands' now. Dash my aunt if you'd find it easy to match
the pair of 'em! There's a class about both that you don't often see.
If you'll step inside my little place, Mr. Pottinger, we'll drink your
guv'nor's health. I like his shape, I like his style; and I'm counted a
bit of a judge. He's a gentleman, and a high-bred 'n at that."

Stafford rode down the winding drive at which the gardeners were at
work on borders and shrubberies, and on to the road. The air was like
champagne. The slight breeze just ruffled the lake on which the sun was
glittering; Stafford was conscious of a strange feeling of eagerness,
of quickly thrilling vitality which was new to him. He put it down to
the glorious morning, to the discovery of the affection of his father,
to the good horse that stepped as lightly as an Arab, and carried him
as if he were a feather; and yet all the while he knew that these did
not altogether account for the electric eagerness, the "joy of living"
which possessed him