"You're beginning to frighten me, Mr. Dale; what is it?"
"About Lily's horse."
"Lily's horse! What about her horse? I hope he's not vicious?"
"She is riding every day with your niece," said the squire, thinking it best to stick to his own point.
"It will do her all the good in the world," said Mrs. Thorne.
"Very likely. I don't doubt it. I do not in the least disapprove her riding. But"
"But what, Mr. Dale?"
"I should be so much obliged if I might be allowed to pay the livery-stable keeper's bill."
"Oh, laws a' mercy."
"I daresay it may sound odd, but as I have a fancy about it, I'm sure you'll gratify me."
"Of course I will. I'll remember it. I'll make it all right with Bernard. Bernard and I have no end of accounts,—or shall have before long,—and we'll make an item of it. Then you can arrange with Bernard afterwards."
Mr. Dale as he got up to go away felt that he was beaten, but he did not know how to carry the battle any further on that occasion. He could not take out his purse and put down the cost of the horse on the table. "I will then speak to my nephew about it," he said, very gravely, as he went away. And he did speak to his nephew about it, and even wrote to him more than once. But it was all to no purpose. Mr. Potts could not be induced to give a separate bill,—and, so said Bernard,—swore at last that he would furnish no account to anybody for horses that went to Mrs. Thorne's door except to Mrs. Thorne herself.
That night Lily took leave of her uncle and remained at Mrs. Thorne's house. As things were now arranged she would, no doubt, be in London when John Eames returned. If he should find her in town—and she told herself that if she was in town he certainly would find her,—he would, doubtless, repeat to her the offer he had so often made before. She never ventured to tell herself that she doubted as to the answer to be made to him. The two letters were written in the book, and must remain there. But she felt that she would have had more courage for persistency down at Allington than she would be able to summon to her assistance up in London. She knew she would be weak, should she be found by him alone in Mrs. Thorne's drawing-room. It would be better for her to make some excuse and go home. She was resolved that she would not become his wife. She could not extricate herself
