You look worn.

The ride was too much for you.

Well, this is what I went away for.

I went to be married!' 'Married!' she faltered, and could hardly check an involuntary 'So did I.' A moment after and her resolve to confess perished like a bubble.
'Yes; to whom do you think?
Mrs.Troyton, the new owner of the estate over the hedge, and of the old manor-house.

It was only finally settled between us when I went to Stratleigh a few days ago.' He lowered his voice to a sly tone of merriment.