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CHAPTER TWO

home studying her lessons rather than roaming unattended through the woods at this early hour of the morning. Rodney released her shoulder and put his hand under her chin, tipping her face up to his.
" You almost deceived me into taking your predictions seriously," he said. "Come, it is time we went back to the house."
Her chin was smooth and soft beneath his fingers. For one moment she looked at him and then her lashes veiled her green eyes and she twisted from his hold.
" Breakfast and Phillida will be waiting," she said.
" Yes, of course, and I am hungry," Rodney replied with a false heartiness.
Lizbeth turned to her horse and then, as she took the bridle reins between her fingers, Rodney set his hands on either side of her small waist and swung her up into the saddle.
" You are light enough," he said, looking up at her. "How old are you, Lizbeth?"
" I shall be eighteen next Christmas," she replied, and he looked surprised, for he thought she was younger.
She wheeled her horse round and before Rodney had time to say more she galloped away across the park in what he knew to be the direction of the stables.
Slowly he walked back the way he had come. So Lizbeth was nearly eighteen, he thought, and her brother Francis was a year or two older. He remembered Sir Harry telling him that last night, which meant that Phillida was twenty-one or twenty-two. He did not know why, but the idea annoyed him. She was old for an unmarried girl and he wondered why, with her exquisite beauty, she had not been married before.
It was one of those questions to which he realized he would not get an answer because there was no one to whom he could put it; and yet it troubled him persistently, like the buzzing of a mosquito. A lovely girl, with a rich father, near enough to London to be assured of the company of many young men-it was extraordinary, whatever way one looked at it, that someone like Phillida had not been betrothed before.
Then he remembered the glances that Lady Gillingham had given him and the manner in which she had shown all too

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