I'd rather like to take a ride this morning." And the imperturbable voice replied: "You've worn your horses out lately.

Better give them a day of rest." That was all, but it brought back to Anthony the thought of the shadow which had swept ceaselessly across the yellow shades of his father's room; and he settled down to a day of reading.

The misty rain of the night before had cleared the sky of its vapours, so he chose a nook in the library where the bright spring sun shone full and the open fire supplied the warmth.

At lunch his father did not appear, and Peters announced that the master was busy in his room with papers.

The afternoon repeated the morning, but with less unrest on the part of Anthony.