"Isn't your mare very tiresome, Cynthia?" said Julia. "Only fresh, dear; I don't mind," was the reply. "I can manage her." They were now in one of the winding, hilly lanes running through a series of the shaws or little woods common in that part of the country, and intersected by narrow rides for the convenience of the shooting parties and those who hunt. Everything looked very beautiful, and with her troubled breast feeling more at rest than it had for weeks, Julia was really enjoying her ride. "Why, this is what we ought often to do," thought Cynthia. "Quiet, mare! Julia seems to feel safe from the ogre now she is well mounted. How pretty she looks!" Julia certainly did look very beautiful just then, though she might have reciprocated the compliment. Her dark blue habit fitted her to perfection, her little glossy riding-hat was daintily poised upon her well-shaped head, and she rode her mare gracefully and well. "Shall I take up a link or two of her curb, ma'am?" said the groom, cantering up, as Mad Sal seemed to be growing excited. "Oh no, Thomas; she'll quiet down. It would only make her more fidgety. I'll give her a gallop." If she had not decided to give it, Mad Sal would have taken it; for as she spoke and loosened her rein, the graceful creature sprang off at a gallop, and after a few strides began to go like the wind. "Oh, Thomas, Thomas," cried Julia; "gallop!" "Don't you be frightened, Miss," said the groom, smiling. "Miss Cynthia won't hurt. I never see a lady as could go like her. Shall I gallop after her, miss?" "Yes, yes, quickly," cried Julia, excitedly; and, knowing the country, the groom turned his horse's head, put him at and leaped a low hedge into a field between two patches of coppice, and went off hunting fashion, to cut off a long corner round which he knew his young charge would go. Julia hesitated about following, and then kept on at an easy canter along the road, following her sister's steps, till suddenly she turned ghastly pale, as, about fifty yards in front, she saw a man force his way through the low hedge, and then, evidently hot and panting with a long run, come towards her. She had but to lash her mare and dash by him. She could have turned and cantered off with ease. But she did neither, merely sitting paralysed, as it were, with her eyes fixed upon the great dark-bearded fellow, who came boldly up, laid his hand upon the rein, and the mare stopped short. "Why, my beauty," he said, in a low deep voice, as he passed his arm through the rein, and placed his great hands upon the trembling girl's waist, "I thought I was never going to see you again." Julia did not answer, though her lips parted as if to utter a cry. "There," he said, "don't look frightened. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I've got you safe, and the mare too. I don't know which is the prettiest. There, you're all right; they won't be back this half-hour. I've got you safe; jump?"