He rose as he spoke and left the room with a quicker step than usual.

But half an hour later when Ida went into the library she found him

absorbed in his books as usual, and he only glanced up at her with

absent, unseeing eyes, as she stood beside him putting on her gloves,

her habit skirt caught up under her elbow, the old felt hat just a

little askew on the soft, silky hair.

"Do you want anything before I go out, father?" she asked.

"No, no!" he replied abstractedly, and bending over his book again as

he answered. Ida crossed the hall in the sunlight, which lit up her

beauty and made it seem a more striking contrast than usual to the dull

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and grim surroundings of the dark oak, the faded hangings and the

lack-lustre armour, and Donald and Bess bounded, barking, before her

down the terrace at which Jason was holding thy big chestnut. The horse

pricked up its ears and turned its head for her morning caress, the

touch of the small, soft, but firm hand which it had come to regard as

its due, and Ida sprang lightly from the last step into the saddle. It

was an informal way of mounting which few girls could have accomplished

gracefully; but Ida did it as naturally and as easily as a circus

rider, for the trick was a necessity to her who had so often to

dismount and mount alone.

The lovely face was rather grave and thoughtful for some time after she

had started, for the remembrance of last night weighed upon her, and

her father's unusual display of anger at breakfast troubled her

vaguely; but, presently, after she had cleared a hedge and one of the

broken rails, her spirits rose: the sky was so blue, the sun so bright;

it was hard to be depressed on such a morning.

She rode to a distant part of the dale where, in a rough meadow the

steers were grazing; she surveyed them critically, chose those that

should go to market, then turned, and leaping a bank, gained an

ill-kept road. A little farther on she came to an opening on the verge

of the lake, and she pulled up, arrested by the great white house on

the other side, which was literally glittering in the brilliant

sunlight. It certainly did not detract from the beauty of the view; in

fact, it made the English lake look, for the moment, like an Italian

one.

She regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, then returned to the road,

and as she did so she saw a tall figure coming towards her.




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