"He couldn't help being interested in the jumping right through--he has never seen anything like it before--and he rides magnificently himself--I believe could have done anything the others did. Naturally he didn't want to miss a single point of horsemanship, or any foreign wrinkle--and can you blame him? He was watching others do what he knew he would never have the chance to do--what he longed intensely to do only he loved you more." "More?" said Gay faintly, and into the young face that he had first seen so careless and happy, came a look of misery that pierced Rensslaer's tender heart. "Yes. I offered him a thousand a year, and a house at Elsinore, on condition he gave up steeplechasing, and he came to me last night after the Show, and said he accepted my offer, and was coming this morning to tell you, and ask you to marry him. You had left, or I feel sure he would have asked you then." "Oh, poor Chris!" breathed the girl, her arms falling to her sides, her grey eyes looking straight before her. "No--poor Mackrell," said Rensslaer quietly, "for you will be doing him a great wrong if you marry him, loving the other man as you do. And I don't wonder"--he smiled--"for Chris Hannen is the nicest boy I ever knew. Tell Mackrell it's all a mistake, and as a man of honour he must at once release you." "I never break my word," said Gay. "A pretty rotten sportswoman I should be if I did. If Chris came straight to me on leaving Elsinore, and talked of nothing but your shooting, without saying a word of the splendid chance you had given him, he deserves to suffer for such criminal carelessness as regards his own welfare, and my happiness--" "He will," said Rensslaer drily--"so will you, for I'm afraid the aimless sort of existence Mackrell lives, won't appeal to you at all, unless you live abroad, and he goes in seriously for Trotting." "As if I would leave Frank like that!" cried Gay indignantly. "Of course it will be a long engagement--years and years!" Rensslaer smiled. In that case Chris, who was no laggard in anything he undertook, might be trusted to readjust the position, but that there would be a stiff tussle over the girl there was no manner of doubt. She looked worth any man's love in the short skirt, striped cambric shirt, and mannish tie that she affected of mornings, her eyes full of battle, and her heart of trouble. Then she made a great effort, and pulled herself together. "I am very selfish," she said, "and have not half congratulated you on all your successes. It was very very wonderful, of course, but I'd rather have that afternoon at Elsinore over again--the peace, the loveliness--I was thinking of it the whole time at Olympia." "It is waiting for you," said Rensslaer quietly, "and as often as you like, when you come to live at St. Swithin's Court--"