THE SILVER FOX 39 



when she lay awake at night, but in none 

 of her reveries had she ever fancied its light 

 being shed upon Lady Susan. 



At about this moment Hugh, three miles 

 away, was engaged in pulling down the 

 stones of a loosely - built wall with the 

 handle of his whip. He was riding a tall, 

 powerful, young grey horse, and was hold- 

 ing him. hard on the curb as he leaned over 

 and pushed at the stones. It was obvious 

 that horse and rider were on bad terms. 

 Hugh's face was white, and splashed with 

 mud — mud from the hoofs of the farmers' 

 horses — behind whom he had galloped 

 through dirty lanes; there w^as a long red 

 scratch on the grey's shoulder that looked 

 as if it had been made by a spur, and 

 Hugh's new velvet cap had obviously been 

 on the ground. The wall was reduced to 

 two feet high before Captain French turned 

 his horse and put him at it. He tried to 

 pull him into a walk, and swore at him as 

 he curveted and sidled, chafing against the 

 curb. The horse refused, whirled round. 



