He had moved a little towards the rails, and he was instantly aware of the girl cantering towards him,--a slight, frail figure, she seemed, upon a great bay horse.

She wore a simple brown habit and bowler hat, and she sat her horse with that complete lack of self-consciousness which is the heritage of a born horsewoman.

She was looking up at the sky as she cantered towards him, with no thought of the crowds passing along the promenade.

Yet, as she drew nearer, she suddenly glanced down, and their eyes met.

As though obeying his unspoken wish, she reined in her horse and came close to the rails behind which he stood for a moment bareheaded.