sketching tomorrow?'

He looked at her and smiled slightly; and then I remember noticing
that his full, arched upper lip seldom quite met its counterpart
over his teeth. This gave an unpremeditated casual effect to
everything he found to say, and made him look a dreamer at his
busiest. His smile was at the folly of her reminder.

'I've just been looking for something that you would like,' he said,
'but it isn't much good hunting about alone. I see five times as
much when we go together.'

He and his pony barred the way; he had an air of leisure and of
felicity; one would think we had met at an afternoon party.

'We are on our way,' I explained, 'to the gymkhana. Miss Harris is
in one of the events. You did enter for the needle-threading race,
didn't you, with Lord Arthur? I think we must get on.'

A slow, dull red mounted to Armour's face and seemed to put out that
curious light in his eyes.

'Is it far?' he asked, glancing down over the tree-tops. 'I've
never been there.'

'Why,' cried Dora, suddenly, 'you've been down!'

'So you have,' I confirmed her. 'Your beast is damaged too.'

'Oh, it was only a stumble,' Armour replied; 'I stuck on all right.'