Dwell Deep; Or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Copyright© 2026 by Amy Le Feuvre
Chapter 10: Long Ago
‘Ah! changeless through the changing vein
The ghostly whisper rings between
The dark refrain of “might have been.”’
Circumstances helped to bring about the recital of that story sooner than I had expected. About ten days later, I started out one afternoon with Miss Rayner for a ride. I was not on the chestnut mare this time, but on Rawdon, Miss Rayner’s special favourite, and the one she always rode herself. It was a mark of great favour her allowing me to try him.
It was a pleasant day for a ride, and when we got up on a bit of the moor it delighted me. Suddenly, without any warning, a pack of hounds dashed by, followed closely by the huntsmen. ‘Pull your horse in, child!’ Miss Rayner exclaimed excitedly; ‘he is an old hunter.’
It was easy to say, but quite impossible, I found, to act upon. Rawdon threw up his head, his nostrils quivering with excitement, and then bolted, and I found myself utterly powerless to check his course.
‘Keep your seat, and give him his head,’ were the words I heard from Miss Rayner as I rapidly left her in the distance.
‘And keep cool,’ I said to myself, knowing I should require all my nerve. In a few minutes I was in the midst of the hunt, to my great perplexity, and, passing most of the riders, Rawdon galloped on to the front. It had been a fortunate thing for me that the bit of moor we were on was on the level; but now I saw, to my consternation, the hounds were making for some fields adjoining, and Rawdon was carrying me straight towards a five-barred gate. I had practised leaps in a riding-school, but never since, and my heart sank within me. I put up a quick prayer as we reached it; Rawdon took it without the slightest difficulty, and to my surprise I found myself still on his back.
‘It will be the finish at that next copse, I expect,’ a gentleman called out excitedly, as his horse vainly tried to keep up with mine. ‘Look out for that hedge in front,’ he added; ‘it’s a nasty leap—there is a wide ditch the other side.’
What could I say or do? He evidently did not see that my horse had obtained complete mastery of me. I set my teeth, and drew my breath as we approached it. Was I going to be carried over this in safety?
A moment later, and, giddy and confused, I found myself not only over, but brought to a dead stop by Rawdon, who, quivering all over with excitement, had brought me right to the finish; only three other gentlemen were there besides the master of the hounds. I felt in an extremely awkward position. One of them, Sir Charles Courtenay, I slightly knew, as he was a great friend of General Forsyth. When he recognised me, he came forward at once.
‘Miss Thorn, I congratulate you. This is the first meet of the season, and we have had the most splendid run, though a long one. Have you ever received a brush before?’
‘It is all a mistake my being here,’ I said with a little laugh, as I realized the humorous side of the situation. ‘I am not one of your number; I was taking a quiet ride on the moor with a friend, when my horse, an old hunter, bolted with me, and has carried me here over every obstacle, in spite of my wishes.’
‘It is a good horse, but a good rider too,’ said the old gentleman. ‘Very few ladies would have taken that last leap. Let me introduce the master of the hounds to you.’
The introduction took place, and, in spite of my protestations, the brush was presented, and then, one by one, other riders came upon the scene. It was a great relief to me when, turning my horse round, I came face to face with Kenneth.
‘Goody Two-Shoes! What on earth are you doing here? Was it you, then, that took the lead so? We couldn’t imagine what lady it was! I think I must be dreaming.’ And Kenneth really looked as if he could not believe his eyes.
I explained it all hastily, adding, ‘Do ride back with me away from all these people to meet Miss Rayner. She will be anxious about me.’
But Kenneth only shook his head with mock solemnity. ‘Oh! Goody, Goody, I’m afraid you are a sad humbug! You won’t make everybody believe that patched-up story. You didn’t bargain for meeting me here. No wonder you don’t want to come back to us just yet! I must write and tell the girls you are enjoying yourself in the hunting-field. Do you know that it is one of the governor’s fads that girls are out of place in a hunt? Nell has always been refused permission to come with me. It will be amusing when this gets to the governor’s ears! Coming off by yourself on the sly, and getting the brush!’
And Kenneth gave a delighted chuckle at the end of his speech.
I rode straight away from him without a word, feeling ready to cry with vexation. Then, to my great delight, Miss Rayner rode up. Her eyes were twinkling with suppressed mirth.
‘My dear girl, I am afraid Rawdon has given you a fright. I watched you over the gate and hedge; you took them well. I almost wished to be in your place, though my hunting days are over. I am proud of Rawdon!’
‘I want to get away, Miss Rayner,’ I said imploringly.
She looked at me, and was about to speak, when a gentleman rode up to her. ‘Miss Rayner, I haven’t seen you for years. I am glad to meet you in the field again.’
‘Like this young lady who is staying with me, I have come into it accidentally. We were out riding, when her horse bolted with her, and I have only just come upon the scene. I have given up hunting for many years now. Let me introduce you, Miss Thorn; this is Colonel Hawkes, an old friend.’
For some minutes he and Miss Rayner carried on an animated conversation with one another. They seemed to have known each other in the past very intimately.
Presently Miss Rayner asked, —
‘And where are you staying now?’
He hesitated; then said, slowly, ‘With Ratcliffe—Charlie Ratcliffe. You remember him?’
Miss Rayner turned white to her lips; then said, in a cold, hard voice, ‘I thought he was in the wilds of Africa?’
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