loud enough for Brinsley to hear him. "And you know it perfectly well," he added under his breath.
Fanny frowned, but took no further notice of the remark.
"Good-bye," she said, holding out her hand to Lawrence. "Come home as soon as you can, won't you?"
"Oh yes—that is, I think I'll just see you take that fence again, and then I want to get a little higher up the hill and do another bit of a sketch. Then I'll come home. There's no hurry, is there?"
"Don't show off," said Fanny, severely. "It isn't pretty. Good-bye."
She walked fast and overtook Brinsley in a few moments. At the foot of the hill he prepared to mount her, leaving his own, horse to the groom. Then a thing happened which he was never able to explain, though he was an expert in the field and no one could mount a lady better than he, of all Fanny's acquaintances. He bent his knee and held out his hand and stiffened his back and made the necessary effort
