"Well, sit down."
"I'm very sorry about the horse, sir; I knew it would be a vexation to you."
"And what has become of Gwendolen?" said Mr. Gascoigne, abruptly. Rex, who did not imagine that his father had made any inquiries about him, answered at first with a blush, which was the more remarkable for his previous paleness. Then he said, nervously,
"I am anxious to know--I should like to go or send at once to Offendene--but she rides so well, and I think she would keep up--there would most likely be many round her."
"I suppose it was she who led you on, eh?" said Mr. Gascoigne, laying down his pen, leaning back in his chair, and looking at Rex with more marked examination.

"Well, sit down."
"I'm very sorry about the horse, sir."
"And what has become of Gwendolen?" said Mr. Gascoigne, abruptly. Rex answered with a nervous blush that was the more remarkable for his previous paleness-
"I am anxious to know - I would like to go to Offendene - but she rides so well, and there would most likely be many round her."
"I suppose it was she who led you on, eh?" said Mr. Gascoigne, looking at Rex with more marked examination.
