llen man would be a great relief to him had been clearly in his mind,
it was impossible to say how far it had actuated him.

He had grown more collected when he sat in his library as dusk was
closing in, considering other aspects of the affair. He had not seen
Crestwick, and Lisle, he thought, would remember nothing except his fall.
After trying to recall the positions of the others, he felt comforted;
nobody could charge him with anything worse than reckless riding or a
failure of nerve at a critical moment. He would confess to the latter--it
was to some extent the truth--and show concern about Lisle's injury.
Awkward as it was, the incident could be smothered over; it was consoling
to remember that the people he lived among were addicted to treating
anything of an unpleasant nature as lightly as possible. There was a good
deal to be said for the sensible English custom of ignoring what it would
be disconcerting to realize.

After a while his mother came in and gently touched him.

"My dear," she urged, "you mustn't brood over it. Lisle's condition's
satisfactory. As it's some hours since we got Nasmyth's message, I sent a
man over and he has just come back."

"I'm glad you sent," Gladwyne responded. "It was thoughtful. I forgot;
but I've been badly troubled."

She sat down near him, with her hand laid caressingly on his arm.

"It's natural; I understand and feel for you. I wouldn't have liked you
to be indifferent; but you mustn't make too much of it. The man is
strong, he will soon be about again, and you couldn't have saved him.
Everybody I've seen so far has given me that impression. Of course, I
didn't need their assurances, but I was glad to see they exonerated and
sympathized with you."

Her confidence hurt him; he had still a sense of shame, and he found no
great comfort in what she told him. His mother was generally loved, and
he wondered how far his neighbors had been influenced by a desire to save
her pain.

"It looks as if Lisle deserves their commiseration more than I do," he
answered with a smile which cost him an effort.

"It is being shown. I noticed nearly everybody in the neighborhood
motoring or driving toward the house during the afternoon. Millicent's
with Nasmyth now, helping to arrange things. It's wonderful what a
favorite Lisle has become in so short a time; but I own that I find
something very likable about him."

Gladwyne moved impatiently. His hatred of the man was as strong as ev