"Bath." she said, taking for her own use the assurance that Gabriel lacked. "An important matter made it necessary for me to give up my visit to liddy, and go off at once. What, then, were you following me?"
"We thought the horse was stole."
"Well-what a thing! How very foolish of you not to know that I had taken the trap and horse. I could neither wake Maryann nor get into the house, though I hammered for ten minutes against her window-sill.
Fortunately, I could get the key of the coach-house, so I troubled no one further. Didn't you think it might be me?"
"Why should we, miss?"
"Perhaps not Why, those are never Farmer Boldwood's horses! Goodness mercy! what have you been doing bringing trouble upon me in this way? What!
mustn't a lady move an inch from her door without being dogged like a thief?"
"But how was we to know, if you left no account of your doings?" expostulated Coggan, "and ladies don't drive at these hours, miss, as a jineral rule of society."
"I did leave an account -- and you would have seen it in the morning. I wrote in chalk on the coach-house doors that I had come back for the horse and gig, and driven off; that I could arouse nobody, and should return soon."
"But you'll consider, ma'am, that we couldn't see that till it got daylight."
"True." she said, and though vexed at first she had too much sense to blame them long or seriously for a devotion to her that was as valuable as it was rare.
She added with a very pretty grace," Well, I really thank you heartily for taking all this trouble; but I wish you had borrowed anybody's horses but Mr. Boldwood's."
"Dainty is lame, miss." said Coggan. "Can ye go on?"
"lt was only a stone in her shoe. I got down and pulled it out a hundred yards back. I can manage very well, thank you. I shall be in Bath by daylight.
Will you now return, please?"
She turned her head -- the gateman's candle shimmering upon her quick, clear eyes as she did so -passed through the gate, and was soon wrapped in the embowering shades of mysterious summer boughs.
Coggan and Gabriel put about their horses, and, fanned by the velvety air of this July night, retraced the road by which they had come.
"A strange vagary, this of hers, isn't it, Oak?" said Coggan, curiously.