to do should annoy your ladyship," he said.
What with indignation and breathlessness — she had run so fast — Clementina had exhausted herself in that one exclamation, and stood panting and staring. The black bulk of Kelpie lay outstretched on the yellow sand, giving now and then a sprawling kick or a wamble like a lumpy snake, and her soul commiserated each movement as if it had been the last throe of dissolution, while the gray fire of the mare's one visible fierce eye, turned up from the shadow of Malcolm's superimposed bulk, seemed to her tender heart a mute appeal for woman's help.
As Malcolm spoke he cautiously shifted his position, and, half rising, knelt with one knee where he had sat before, looking observant at Lady Clementina.
The champion of oppressed animality soon recovered speech. "Get off the poor creature's head instantly," she said with dignified command. "I will permit no such usage of living thing on my ground."
"I am very sorry to seem rude, my lady," answered Malcolm, "but to obey you might be to ruin my mistress's property. If the mare were to break away, she would dash herself to pieces in the wood."
"You have goaded her to madness."
"I am the more bound to take care of her, then," said Malcolm. "But indeed it is only temper — such temper, however, that I almost believe she is at times possessed of a demon."
"The demon is in yourself. There is none in her but what your cruelty has put there. Let her up, I command you."
"I dare not, my lady. If she were to get loose, she would tear your ladyship to pieces."
"I will take my chance."
"But I will not, my lady. I know the danger, and have to take care of you who do not. There is no occasion to be uneasy about the mare. She is tolerably comfortable. I am not hurting her — not much. Your ladyship does not reflect how strong a horse's skull is. And you see what great powerful breaths she draws."
"She is in agony," cried Clementina.
"Not in the least, my lady. She is only balked of her own way, and does not like it."
"And what right have you to balk her of her own way? Has she no right to a mind of her own?"
" She may of course have her mind; but she can't have her way. She has got a master."
"And what right have you to be her master?"
"That my master, my Lord Lossie, gave me the charge of her."
"I don't mean that sort of right: that goes for nothing. What right in the nature of things can you have to tyrannize over any creature?"
"None, my lady. But the higher nature has the right to rule the lower in righteousness. Even you can't have your own way always, my lady."
"I certainly cannot now, so long as you keep in that position. Pray, is it in virtue of your being the higher nature that you keep my way from me?"
"No, my lady. But it is in virtue of right. If I wanted to take your ladyship's property, your dogs would be justified in refusing me my way. I do not think I exaggerate when I say that if my mare here had her way, there would not be a living creature about your house by this day week."
Lady Clementina had never yet felt upon her the power of a stronger nature than her own. She had had to yield to authority, but never to superiority. Hence her self-will had been abnormally developed. Her very compassion was self-willed. Now for the first time, she continuing altogether unaware of it, the presence of such a nature began to operate upon her. The calmness of Malcolm's speech and the immovable decision of his behavior told.
"But," she said, more calmly, "your mare has had four long journeys, and she should have rested to-day."
"Rest is just the one thing beyond her, my lady. There is a volcano of life and strength in her you have no conception of. I could not have dreamed of horse like her. She has never in her life had enough to do. I believe that is the chief trouble with her. What we all want, my lady, is a master — a real right master. I've got one myself, and ——"
"You mean you want one yourself," said Lady Clementina. "You've only got a mistress, and she spoils you."
"That is not what I meant, my lady," returned Malcolm. "But one thing I know is, that Kelpie would soon come to grief without me. I shall keep her here till her half-hour is out, and then let her take another gallop."
Lady Clementina turned away. She was defeated. Malcolm knelt there on one knee, with a hand on the mare's
