"
"Ludovic, some conjurer must have told you that." She was standing
as she spoke, and, laughing at him, she held up her hands and shook
her head. But she was now in his power, and he had his revenge--his
revenge for her past falsehood and her present joke. How could he be
more happy when he was made happy by having her all his own, than
he was now? And in these days there again came up that petition as
to her riding--with very different result now than on that former
occasion. There were ever so many objections, then. There was no
habit, and Lucy was--or said that she was--afraid; and then, what
would Lady Lufton say? But now Lady Lufton thought it would be quite
right; only were they quite sure about the horse? Was Ludovic certain
that the horse had been ridden by a lady? And Lady Meredith's habits
were dragged out as a matter of course, and one of them chipped and
snipped and altered, without any compunction. And as for fear, there
could be no bolder horsewoman than Lucy Robarts. It was quite clear
to all Framley that riding was the very thing for her. "But I never
shall be happy, Ludovic, till you have got a horse properly suited
for her," said Lady Lufton. And then, also, came the affair of her
wedding garments, of her _trousseau_--as to which I cannot boast
that she showed capacity or steadiness at all equal to that of Lady
Dumbello.
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