He left the mountain, and, riding rapidly, soon found himself upon the road to Roselands. It was also the Greenwood road. Between the two plantations lay a deep wood, and as he emerged from this, he saw before him in the dim starlight a horseman, coming towards him from Roselands. "Is that you, Mocket?" he called. The other drew rein. "It is Ludwell Cary. Good-evening, Mr. Rand. I have just left Roselands." "Indeed?" exclaimed Rand. "May I ask--" "I came from Fontenoy at the request of Colonel Churchill. Mrs. Churchill fell suddenly very ill to-night. They think she will not last many hours, and she asks continually for her niece. Colonel Churchill sent me to beg Mrs. Rand to come without delay to Fontenoy. I have delivered my message, and she but waits your return to Roselands--" "I will hurry on," said Rand. "Be so good as to tell Colonel Churchill that Joab will bring her in the chaise--Mammy Chloe with her. I am sorry for your news. Accept, too, our thanks for the trouble to which you have put yourself--" "It is nothing," answered Cary. "My brother and I chanced to be at Fontenoy. Mrs. Rand is much distressed, and I'll detain you no longer--" He bowed, touched his horse, and rode into the wood. Rand turned in his saddle and looked after him for a long moment, then shook his reins, broke into a gallop, and passed presently through the Roselands gates and up the dark drive to the stone steps and open door. Jacqueline met him on the threshold. She was trembling, but not weeping; there was even a wistful fire and passion in her dark eyes and a rose-leaf colour in her cheeks. "Did you meet him?" she said. "Did he tell you? I am all ready. He says that Aunt Nancy thinks that it is years ago, and that I'm Jacqueline Churchill still. I thought you would never, never come"--She turned and threw herself into his arms. "Oh, Lewis, we are going to Fontenoy!" CHAPTER XX THE NINETEENTH OF FEBRUARY "That's true," quoth Gaudylock. "It's the cracked I pitcher that goes oftenest to the well, and a delicate lady that's lain a-dying on her bed this twenty year may live to see you and me and the blacksmith buried! There never was a Churchill that I didn't like, and I'm certainly glad she's better this morning. If you're going to Greenwood, I'll bear you company for a bit. I'm bound for Roselands myself." Ludwell Cary dismounted and, with his bridle across his arm, walked beside the hunter. "Albemarle has not seen you for a long while," he said pleasantly. "The county is fond of you, and glad to have you home again." "So a lady told me the other day!" answered Adam. "It has been a year since I was in Albemarle,--but I saw you, sir, last winter in Richmond." "Last winter? I don't recall--" "At Lynch's Coffee House. The twentieth of February. The day the Albemarle Resolutions were passed."