ut-of-the-way spot in North Devon, and why he was content with the
simple amusement of teaching a young girl to sit her horse and hold her
reins properly.

Why was he not on board the _Seagull_, which Lord Turfleigh had left in
Southampton waters, or in Scotland shooting grouse, with one of the
innumerable house parties to which he had been invited, and at which he
would have been a welcome guest, or climbing the Alps with fellow
members of the Alpine Club?

So they were silent as they rode over this green-and-violet moor, over
which the curlew flew wailingly, as if complaining of this breach of
their solitude.

And Nell was thinking, or, rather, musing; for though she was taking
lessons, she was too good a rider to be absorbed in the management of
her horse.

Had she not scampered over these same moors on a half-wild Exmoor pony,
bare-backed, and with a halter for a bridle?

She was thinking of the weeks that had passed since the man who was
riding beside her had been flung at her feet, and wondering, half
unconsciously, at the happiness of those weeks. There had scarcely been
a day in which he and she had not walked or sailed, or sat on the quay
together. She recalled their first sail in the _Annie Laurie_; there had
been many since then; and he had been so kind, so genial a companion,
that she had begun to feel as if he were an old friend, a kind of second
Dick.

At times, it was true, he was silent and gloomy, not to say morose; but,
as a rule, he was kind, with a gentle, protective sort of kindness
which, believe me, is duly appreciated by even such a simple,
unsophisticated girl as Nell.

As she rode beside him, she glanced now and again at the handsome face,
which was grave and lined with thought, and she wondered, girllike, upon
what he was musing.

Suddenly he turned to her.

"Yes, you don't need much teaching," he said, with a smile. "You ride
awfully well, as it is. With a little practice--you won't forget about
holding the reins a little farther; from you?--you will ride like Lady
Lucille herself."

"Who is Lady Lucille?" she asked.

He looked just a shade embarrassed for a moment, but only for a moment.

"Oh, she's the crack fashionable rider," he said casually.

"I feel very much flattered," said Nell. "And I am very grateful for
your lesson. I hope you won't discontinue them because I show some
promise."

He looked at her with sudden gravity. Now was the time to tell her that
he was go