“He – must not– find me – he must – not!”
“He will not, I promise you he will not,” Lord Manville said gently.
“It was – horrible – I am – f-frightened,” she murmured.
“Forget it,” he said softly. “You will never see him again, I promise you that.”
He felt her relax and, as she did so, the door opened and Mrs. Hewson, the housekeeper, came hurrying in.
“The bell, my Lord!” she said breathlessly.
“I rang it,” Lord Manville said. “There has been an accident, see to Miss Walcott, she has been injured.”
As he spoke, he went from the room, hurrying down the staircase and waiting in the hall only to pick up his hat, his gloves and his riding whip.
Then he went out of the front door and across the courtyard towards the stables.
By riding across the fields in a direct line towards The Tow
