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Within twenty minutes they were riding down Grosvenor Place, and happily heard no following hoofbeats. When they came near the river, Malcolm rode up to her and said, "Would your ladyship allow me to put up the horses in Mr Lenorme's stable? I think I could show your ladyship a point or two that may have escaped you."
"Will you come to your brother, Florimel?" said Malcolm tenderly, holding out his arms. Lenorme raised her. She went softly to him and laid herself on his bosom. "Forgive me, brother," she said, and held up her face. He kissed her forehead and lips, took her in his arms and laid her again on Lenorme's knees. "I give her to you," he said, "for you are good." With that he left them, and sought Mr.
"Will you come to your brother, Florimel?" said Malcolm tenderly, holding out his arms. Lenorme raised her. She went softly to him, and laid herself on his bosom. "Forgive me, brother," she said, and held up her face. He kissed her forehead and lips, took her in his arms, and laid her again on Lenorme's knees. "I give her to you," he said, "for you are good."
So he mounted Kelpie at half past six of a fine breezy spring morning, rode across Hyde Park and down Grosvenor Place, and so reached Chelsea, where he put up his mare in Lenorme's stable fortunately large enough to admit of an empty stall between her and the painter's grand screw, else a battle frightful to relate might have fallen to my lot.
But such thoughts were only changing hues on the feathers of his love, which itself was a mighty bird with great and yet growing wings. A day or two passed before Florimel went again to the studio accompanied, notwithstanding Lenorme's warning and her own doubt, yet again by her maid, a woman, unhappily, of Lady Bellair's finding.
When they left the park, Florimel went down Constitution Hill, and turning westward, rode to Chelsea. As they approached Mr Lenorme's house, she stopped and said to Malcolm "I am going to run in and thank Mr Lenorme for the trouble he has been at about the horse. Which is the house?" She pulled up at the gate.
"Once more, what does this mean, Malcolm?" she said, in high displeasure. "You have deceived me shamefully! You left me to believe we were on our way back to London and here we are out at sea! Am I no longer your mistress? Am I a child, to be taken where you please? And what, pray, is to become of the horses you left at Mr Lenorme's?" Malcolm was glad of a question he was prepared to answer.
Lenorme winced a little. "He thinks no end of his riding," Florimel continued; "but if it were not so improper to have secrets with another gentleman, I would tell you that he rides just pretty well." Lenorme's great brow gloomed over his eyes like the Eiger in a mist, but he said nothing yet. "He wants to ride Kelpie, and I have told my groom to let him have her. Perhaps she'll break his neck."
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