It was Frank Buxton's.
"My father thought Mrs.Browne would like to see the Woodchester Herald.

Is Edward gone ?" said he, noticing her sad face.
"Yes! he is just gone down the hill to the coach.

I dare say you can see him crossing the bridge, soon.

I did so want to have gone with him," answered she, looking wistfully toward the town.
Frank felt sorry for her, left alone to gaze after her brother, whom, strange as it was, she evidently regretted.

After a minute's silence, he said: "You liked riding the other day.