how! I
never could understand how Saltash could bring himself to part with the
stud."

"He's so seldom at home," said Bunny. "Yachting is much more in his
line--though as a matter of fact he is at the Castle just now, came back
yesterday."

"Is he indeed? Are you sure of that?" Sheila spoke with surprise. "I
thought he meant to be away much longer."

"His intentions never last more than a couple of days," remarked the
General with a touch of acidity. "Nothing he does ever surprises me."

"He's a very good chap," began Bunny. "He's been no end decent to me.
Why,--" he broke off suddenly--"Hullo! There he is! And--Toby!"

Two figures had come suddenly round the corner of some stables, walking
side by side. Both were in riding-dress, but the day being hot, the girl
had discarded her long coat and was carrying it without ceremony over her
arm. Her silk shirt was open at the neck, her soft hat pushed jauntily
down on the side of her head. She was laughing as she came, and she
looked like a merry little cow-boy straight from the prairies.

The man who moved beside her was laughing also. There was no grace about
him, only that strange unstudied kingliness that had earned for him the
title of "Rex." He was swift to see the advancing visitors and swept
the hat from his head with a royal gesture of greeting.

Toby's face flushed deeply; she looked for the moment inclined to run
away. Then with an impulse half-defiant, she restrained herself and
caught back the smile that had so nearly vanished. She slapped the switch
against her gaitered leg with boyish swagger and advanced.

A quick frown drew Bunny's forehead as he observed her attitude. He spoke
impetuously, almost before they met.

"You look like a girl out of a comic opera. Why don't you put your coat
on?"

Toby made a face at him. "Because it's cooler off. You can carry it if
you like." She threw it to him nonchalantly with the words, and turned
forthwith to Sheila. "Have you just been round the Stables? Grilling,
isn't it? I've been exercising one of the youngsters. He nearly pulled my
arms off. We've been practising some jumps."

"Then you shouldn't," put in Bunny. "The ground's too hard for jumping."

Toby turned upon him with a flash of temper. "No one asked for your
opinion. I know a safe jump when I see one. Are you coming in to tea,
Miss Melrose? I should think you're wanting it. Yes? What's the matter?"

She flung the two questions in a different tone