Not a word was spoken until they were in the open country.
"Thank God, you are safe thus far, Adele.

The last time I helped you on to a horse was the day you went out to see my hawk kill a heron." "Oh, Rupert," the girl said, "it seems like a dream.

But please do not let us talk yet about ourselves.

Tell me about Papa.

How is he ?" Rupert told her; and gradually as they talked the excitement and agitation passed off.
"And where did you get the horses, Rupert ?" "The one I am riding is Louis d'Etamps'," he said, "the others are your father's.