"You must lead your horse." Maud Barrington had in the meanwhile stood very still, and now moved as by an effort.

"It is time I rode on, and you can show the stranger across," she said.

"I have kept you at least five minutes longer than was necessary." Courthorne, Winston fancied, shifted one foot from the stirrup, but then sat still as the farmer held his hand for the girl to mount by, while when she rode away he looked at his companion with a trace of anger as well as irony in his eyes.
"Yes," said Winston.

"What you heard was correct.

Miss Barrington's horse fell lame coming from one of the farms, which accounts for her passing here so late.