He had never heard The Duke
break through his proud reserve before.
But when The Duke told the story of Gwen's awful fall, which he did with
great graphic power, a little red spot burned upon the Lady Charlotte's
pale cheek, and, as The Duke finished his tale with the words, "It was
her last ride," she covered her face with her hands and cried:
"Oh, Duke, it is horrible to think of! But what splendid courage!"
"Great stuff! eh, Duke?" cried the Hon. Fred, kicking a burning log
vigorously.
But The Duke made no reply.
"How is she now, Duke?" said Lady Charlotte. The Duke looked up as
from a dream. "Bright as the morning," he said. Then, in reply to Lady
Charlotte's look of wonder, he added:
"The Pilot did it. Connor will tell you. I don't understand it."
"Nor do I, either. But I can tell you only what I saw and heard," I
answered.
"Tell me," said Lady Charlotte very gently.
Then I told her how, one by one, we had failed to help her, and how
The Pilot had ridden up that morning through the canyon, and how he had
brought the first light and peace to her by his marvellous pictures of
the flowers and ferns and trees and all the wonderful mysteries of that
wonderful canyon.
"But that wasn't all," said the Duke quickly, as I stopped.
"No," I said slowly, "that was NOT all by a long way; but the rest I
don't understand.
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