Occupy yourself with that this evening instead
of kicking your heels at The Springs!'
"He snatched a roll of gray stocking from the hall table and flung
it into Ursula's room. Ursula knew she would have to follow it,
or be picked up and carried in like a naughty child. So she gave
the miserable Ramsay a look that made him cringe, and swept into
her room with her head in the air. The next moment she heard the
door locked behind her. Her first proceeding was to have a cry of
anger and shame and disappointment. That did no good, and then
she took to marching up and down her room. It did not calm her to
hear the rumble of the carriage out of the gate as her uncle and
aunt departed.
"'Oh, what's to be done?' she sobbed. 'Kenneth will be furious.
He will think I have failed him and he will go away hot with anger
against me. If I could only send a word of explanation I know he
would not leave me. But there seems to be no way at all--though I
have heard that there's always a way when there's a will. Oh, I
shall go mad! If the window were not so high I would jump out of
it. But to break my legs or my neck would not mend the matter.'
"The afternoon passed on. At sunset Ursula heard hoof-beats and
ran to the window. Andrew Kinnear of The Springs was tying his
horse at the door.
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