I shall not be afraid to try it if you are with me.
"Yours, Philippa." He could not refuse--indeed, he never thought of refusing--why should he?
The beautiful girl who asked this kindness from him was his old friend and playfellow.

He hastened to Verdun House and found Philippa waiting for him.
"I knew you would come," she said.

"Lady Peters said you would be engaged.

I thought differently." "You did well to trust me," he returned, laughingly; "it would require a very pressing engagement to keep me from the pleasure of attending you." He had thought her perfect on the previous evening, in the glitter of jewels and the gorgeous costume of amber and while; yet, if possible, she looked even better on this evening.

Her riding-habit was neat and plain, fitting close to the perfect figure, showing every gracious line and curve.
Philippa L'Estrange possessed that rare accomplishment among women, a graceful "seat" on horseback.