On entering their own gates they perceived that the men had left the wagons, and were standing round the door of the stable which had been appropriated to the doctor's use.

"Is there anything the matter ?" cried Grace.
"Oh no, ma'am.

All's well that ends well," said old Timothy Tangs.
"I've heard of such things before--among workfolk, though not among your gentle people--that's true." They entered the stable, and saw the pale shape of Darling standing in the middle of her stall, with Fitzpiers on her back, sound asleep.
Darling was munching hay as well as she could with the bit in her month, and the reins, which had fallen from Fitzpiers's hand, hung upon her neck.
Grace went and touched his hand; shook it before she could arouse him.
He moved, started, opened his eyes, and exclaimed, "Ah, Felice!...Oh, it's Grace.

I could not see in the gloom.

What--am I in the saddle ?" "Yes," said she.