She had slept well, and her mood was lighter and happier.

As Crispin rode a yard or so behind, he caught sight of her fresh, smiling face, and it affected him curiously.

The tenderness that two days ago had been his as he talked to her upon the cliffs was again upon him, and the thought that anon she would be linked to him by the ties of relationship, was pleasurable.
She gave him good morrow prettily, and he, spurring his horse to the carriage door, was solicitous to know of her comfort.

Nor did he again fall behind until Stafford was reached at noon.

Here, at the sign of the Suffolk Arms, he called a halt, and they broke their fast on the best the house could give them.
Cynthia was gay, and so indeed was Crispin, yet she noted in him that coolness which she accounted restraint, and gradually her spirits sank again before it.
To Crispin's chagrin there were no horses to be had.