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He rode a heavier horse than Adonis; and he had made a change in his

dress; in place of the riding-suit, which had smacked of London and

Hyde Park, he wore a rough but light coat, thick cord breeches, and

brown leather gaiters. She smiled as she knew that he had tried to make

himself look as much like a farmer as possible; but no farmer in the

dales had that peculiar air of birth and breeding which distinguished

Stafford Orme; the air which his father had been so quick to detect and

to be proud of.

She noticed how well he sat the great horse, with what ease and "hands"

he rode over the rough and treacherous ground. Suddenly he turned his

head and saw her, and with a wave of his hand came galloping up to her,

with a smile of relief and gladness on his handsome face, as he spoke

to the dogs, who clamoured round him.

"I was so afraid I had missed you," he said. "I am late, am I not? Some

people kept me after breakfast."

"You are not late; I don't think any time was mentioned," she

responded, quickly, though her heart was beating with a strange and

novel sensation of pleasure in his presence. "I scarcely expected you."

He looked at her reproachfully.

"Not expect me! But why?"

"I thought you might change your mind," she said.

He checked a quick response, and said instead: "And now, where do we go first? You see I have got a bit heavier horse.

He's a present, also, from my father. What do you think of him?"

She eyed him gravely and critically.

"He's nice-looking," she said, "but I don't like him so well as the one

you rode yesterday. Didn't I see him slip just now, coming up the

hill?"

"Did he?" said Stafford. "I didn't notice. To tell you the truth, I was

so delighted at seeing you that I don't think I should have noticed if

he had tumbled on his nose."

"Oh, it wasn't much of a slip," she said, quickly, to cover her slight

confusion at his candid confession. "Shall we go down to the sheep

first?"

"Anywhere you like," he assented, brightly. "Remember, I'm your pupil."

She glanced at him and smiled.

"A very big pupil."

"But a very humble one," he said. "I'm afraid you'll add, 'a very

stupid one,' before long."