In common humanity, and for old
acquaintance sake, it was impossible not to help her, and Griff had
delayed, to offer any amount of reward in her name for posthorses,
which he had at last secured. Her own man-servant, whom she had
sent in quest of some, had never returned, and she had to set off
without him, Griff acting as outrider; but after the first there was
no more difficulty about horses, and she had been able to change
them at the next stage.
We all thought the days of civil war were really begun, as the heads
of this account were hastily gathered; but there was not much said,
only Mr. Frank Fordyce laid his hand on Griff's shoulder and said,
'Well done, my boy; but you have had enough for to-day. If you'll
lend me a horse, Winslow, I'll ride over to Eastwood. That's work
for the clergy in these times, eh? Griffith should rest. He may be
wanted to-morrow. Only is there any one to take a note home for me,
to say where I'm gone;' and then he added with that sweet smile of
his, 'Some one will be more the true knight than ever, eh, you
Griffith you--'
Griffith coloured a little, and Lady Peacock's eyes looked
interrogative. When the horse was announced, Griff followed Mr.
Fordyce into the hall, and came back announcing that, unless
summoned elsewhere, he should go to breakfast at Hillside, and so
hear what was decided on.
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