Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
Mrs. Houghton's horse was going very strong with her. More than once
the farmer cautioned her to give him a pull over the plough. And she
attempted to obey the order. But the horse was self-willed, and she was
light; and in truth the heaviness of the ground would have been nothing
to him had he been fairly well ridden. But she allowed him to rush with
her through the mud. As she had never yet had an accident she knew
nothing of fear, and she was beyond measure excited. She had been near
enough to see that a man fell at the brook, and then she saw also that
the huntsman got over, and also the gentleman in black. It seemed to
her to be lovely. The tumble did not scare her at all, as others coming
after the unfortunate one had succeeded. She was aware that there were
three or four other men behind her, and she was determined that they
should not pass her. They should see that she also could jump the
river. She had not rid herself of her husband for nothing. Price, as he
came near the water, knew that he had plenty to do, and knew also how
very close to him the woman was. It was too late now to speak to her
again, but he did not fear for his own horse if she would only give him
room. He steadied the animal a yard or two from the margin as he came
to the headland that ran down the side of the brook, and then took his
leap.
But Mrs. Houghton rode as though the whole thing was to be accomplished
by a rush, and her horse, true to the manner of horses, insisted on
following in the direct track of the one who had led him so far. When
he got to the bank he made his effort to jump high, but had got no
footing for a fair spring. On he went, however, and struck Price's
horse on the quarter so violently as to upset that animal, as well as
himself.
Price, who was a thoroughly good horseman, was knocked off, but got on
to the bank as Bottomley had done. The two animals were both in the
brook, and when the farmer was able to look round, he saw that the lady
was out of sight. He was in the water immediately himself, but before
he made the plunge he had resolved that he never again would give a
lady a lead till he knew whether she could ride.
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