Do you ever think how full the world is of sheer pleasure--small and great ?" And his eyes told her plainly what his pleasure was at that moment.
Something jarred.

She drew herself away, though with fluttering pulses.
Falloden, with a strong effort, checked the tide of impulse in himself.
He mounted again, and suggested a gallop, through a long stretch of green road on the further side of the glade.

They let their horses go, and the flying hoof-beats woke the very heart of the wood.
"That was good!" cried Falloden, as they pulled up, drawing in deep draughts of the summer wind.

Then he looked at her admiringly.
"How well you hold yourself! You are a perfect rider!" Against her will Constance sparkled under his praise.

Then they turned their horses towards the keeper's cottage, and the sun fell lower in the west.
"Mr.Falloden," said Constance presently, "I want you to promise me something." "Ask me," he said eagerly.
"I want you to give up ragging Otto Radowitz!" His countenance changed.
"Who has been talking to you ?" "That doesn't matter.