Her colour rushed too.

She saw what he was thinking of; she perceived her blunder.
"For what else did you castigate me at Cannes ?" he said, in a low voice.
And his black eyes looked passionately into hers.

But she recovered herself quickly.
"At any rate, you have more will than most people," she said lightly.
"Aren't you always boasting of it?
But you are quite right to go away." "I am not going for a week," he put in quickly.

"There will be time for two more rides." She made no reply, and they paced on.

Suddenly the trees began to thin before them, and a splendid wave of colour swept across an open glade in full sunlight.
"Marvellous!" cried Constance.