"Wait! Let me see you again--you scarcely know me.

Ah, Ida, what can I do, how can I win your love ?" She drew her hands from his with a deep breath.
"I--I will go now," she said.

"Will you let me go--alone ?" He rose and went towards the horses.

His own raised its head and seemed inclined to start, but stood uncertain and eventually remained quiet beside the chestnut.

Stafford brought them to where Ida still stood, her eyes downcast, her face pale.
With his own bridle over his arm he put her into the saddle, resisting even in that supreme moment the almost irresistible desire to take her in his arms.
She murmured a "Thank you," as she slowly put on her left gauntlet.