This time, Dick managed to seat his fair partner more
comfortably. He placed himself well back against the cantle, lifted
Irene across his knees, and drew her right arm around his neck.
Once more she sighed. Dick feared it was the preliminary to another
collapse, until she whispered in delightful confidence:
"I remember now, Mr. Royson. I suppose I fainted. How good you are to
me!"
"Now, may Heaven be praised that you are all right again," breathed
Dick fervently. "You gave me the biggest sort of fright when you nearly
dropped on the road."
"Have we far to go before we reach the hotel?"
"Several miles. It took us about three-quarters of an hour to overtake
you, and we came at a rare pace."
"I am sure I must be making your arm ache."
She tried to straighten herself, and Royson missed the warm fragrance
of her hair against his cheek.
"I really think you ought not to move," said he, with an affectation of
brotherly solicitude that did him credit.
"Well, if I am not wearying you," she murmured, and the pretty head
nestled contentedly on his shoulder.
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