"And what answer did the fine gentleman make? I suppose the eavesdropping Gwenthian heard that, too." There was such evident absence of all emotion on the part of her who interrogated, she could not well be making believe. The other, seeing she was not, responded with confidence,-- "Nothing, or nothing much, except in mutterings, which the girl failed to catch the meaning of. But the nature may be imagined from the way he went off--all scowling and angry, she says." "Gwenthian has never mentioned the circumstance to me; which I take it is a little strange on her part." She thought it so, for of the two she was more a favourite with the waiting maid than her sister, and knew it. Between her and Gwenthian--a Forest girl of quick wit and subtle intelligence--many confidences had been exchanged. Therefore her wonder at this having been withheld. "Not at all," rejoined Sabrina, entering upon a defence of Gwenthian's reticence. "There was nothing strange in her keeping it from you. She supposed it might vex you--told me so." "Ha--ha--ha! How thoughtful of her! But it don't vex me--luckily, no-- not the least bit; and Gwenthian should have known that, as you know now, Sab. Don't you?" "I do," answered Sabrina, in full conviction. For Vaga's laugh was so utterly devoid of all regret at what had been revealed to her, no one could suppose or suspect there was within her breast a thought of Reginald Trevor, beyond looking on him in the light of a mere acquaintance. To prove this it needed neither her rejoinder, nor the emphasis she gave it, saying,-- "_I don't care that for him_!" the _that_ being a snap of her fingers. "I wish father had but known you didn't." "Why?" "Well, it might have saved him the scene Gwenthian was witness to; and which must have been rather painful to both. After all, it may have been for the best. But, worst or best, I wonder where Master Trevor is making for now? It can't be Hollymead." "Not likely, after what you've told me. But we shall soon see--at least whether he be coming up this way." Both were familiar with the Forest roads--had ridden if not walked them all--knew their every turning and crossing. Where that from Mitcheldean descended into the Drybrook valley it forked right and left at the ford of the little stream where now there is a bridge known as the "Nail." Left lay the road to Coleford, right, another leading back out of the Forest by the Lea Bailey. And between these two branchings a third serpentined up the slope for Ruardean, over the ridge on which they stood. While they were still regarding the horseman on the grey, and his groom behind, two other horsemen came in sight, riding side by side on the same slope, just commencing its descent. Again Sabrina's eyes flashed up with delight--that must be her expected one--riding alongside his servant.