He might make himself ridiculous; and that mistake will ruin a man with any woman, especially if she be young and much inclined to laugh.
During the foregoing conversation we had been travelling at a six-mile canter.

The day was warm, and I suggested breathing the horses in the shade of the forest.
"I believe we are approaching the river," I said, "and we should rest the horses before taking a dash over the open road." Yolanda assented--in a manner she seemed to have taken command of the party--and we halted under the trees.

Max rode forward to a point from which he could view the other road, and waved his hand to let us know that the duke was not in sight.

We immediately put spurs to our horses and covered the stretch of open road by the river in a short, brisk gallop.

On leaving the road again we saw no indication of the duke's cavalcade.