Chapter FiveHelga drew in her horse and exclaimed,
“That was wonderful! I never knew that riding could be quite so marvellous until I came here.”
“I am so glad you feel like that,” the Duke replied.
“I suppose,” Helga said with a little sigh, “that tomorrow will be the last time I shall ever be able to do this.”
As she spoke she was thinking that today was Sunday and so she was hoping that there might be a chance of riding early tomorrow morning before everybody left and the Duke took her back to London.
At the same time she hardly realised that she was talking aloud.
She was looking out over undulating green land to where in the valley below there was a twisting silver stream bordered by graceful willows and beyond it again there was a fir wood silhouetted against the sky.
It was s
