‘I say, Wilfrid!’ he cried, as he came into my room with his usual hurried step, the next morning but one, carrying an open letter in his hand, ‘what’s this you’ve been doing--you sly old fellow? You ought to have been a prince, by Jove!’ ‘What do you accuse me of? I must know that first, else I might confess to more than necessary. One must be on one’s guard with such as you.’ ‘Read that,’ he said, putting the letter into my hand. It was from his sister. One passage was as follows: ‘A strange thing has happened. A few mornings ago the loveliest white horse was found tied to the stable door, with a side-saddle, and a card on it directed to _me_. I went to look at the creature. It was like the witch-lady in Christabel, ‘beautiful exceedingly.’ I ran to my father, and told him. He asked me who had sent it, but I knew no more than he did. He said I couldn’t keep it unless we found out who had sent it, and probably not then, for the proceeding was as suspicious as absurd. To-day he has put an advertisement in the paper to the effect that, if the animal is not claimed before, it will be sold at the horse-fair next week, and the money given to the new school fund. I feel as if I couldn’t bear parting with it, but of course I can’t accept a present without knowing where it comes from. Have you any idea who sent it? I am sure papa is right about it, as indeed, dear Charley, he always is.’ I laid down the letter, and, full of mortification, went walking about the room. ‘Why didn’t you tell me, Wilfrid?’ ‘I thought it better, if you were questioned, that you should not know. But it was a foolish thing to do--very. I see it now. Of course your father is right. It doesn’t matter though. I will go down and buy her.’ ‘You had better not appear in it. Go to the Moat, and send Styles.’ ‘Yes--that will be best. Of course it will. When is the fair, do you know?’ ‘I will find out for you. I hope some rascal mayn’t in the mean time take my father in, and persuade him to give her up. Why shouldn’t I run down and tell him, and get back poor Lilith without making you pay for your own?’ ‘Indeed you shan’t. The mare is your sister’s, and I shall lay no claim to her. I have money enough to redeem her.’ Charley got me information about the fair, and the day before it, I set out for the Moat. When I reached Minstercombe, having more time on my hands than I knew what to do with, I resolved to walk round by Spurdene. It would not be more than ten or twelve miles, and so I should get a peep of the rectory. On the way I met a few farmer-looking men on horseback, and just before entering the village saw at a little distance a white creature--very like my Lilith--with a man on its back, coming towards me.