\"Youwon’twantyourhorseto—night，becauseyoucan’tusehim，\"hesaid。\"IshallputMissVanderpoel’ssaddleuponhimandridewithherbacktoStornham。Youthinkyouarecuttopieces，butyouarenot，andyou’llgetoverit。I’llaskyoutomark，however，thatifyouopenyourfoulmouthtoinsinuateliesconcerningeitherLadyAnstruthersorhersisterIwilldothisthingagaininpublicsomeday——onthestepsofyourclub——anddoitmorethoroughly。\"
Hewalkedintothecottagesoonafterwardslooking，toBettyVanderpoel’seyes，paleandexceptionallybig，andalsomoreamanthanitisoftengiveneventothemostvirilemalecreaturetolook——andhewalkedtothesideofherrestingplaceandstoodtherelookingdown。
\"IthoughtIheardadoghowl，\"shesaid。
\"Youdidhearadoghowl，\"heanswered。Hesaidnootherword，andsheaskednofurtherquestion。Sheknewwhathehaddone，andhewaswellawarethatsheknewit。
Therewasalong，strangelytensesilence。Thelightofthemoonwasgrowing。Shemadeatfirstnoefforttorise，butlaystillandlookedupathimfromundersplendidliftedlashes，whilehisowngazefellintothedepthofherslikeaplummetintoadeeppool。Thiscontinuedforalmostafullminute，whenheturnedquicklyawayandwalkedtothehearth，indrawingaheavybreath。