"Oh!" she said, in an indescribable tone.
Her heart gave one frightened, shamed bound, and then seemed
to stop beating altogether.
She looked up, at him as if entreating him not to have too bad an
opinion of her; but his face wore the contemptuous look she had
grown to dread and his lips were finely curled.
"I--I only came out for a little walk; it is such a beautiful
evening," she said, with miserable lameness; and then in a tone
of justification she added, "it's my father's paddock, too."
He leaned back against he fence and looked down at her.
"Flossie gave me your note, and as it seemed addressed to me, and
I was told it was far me; I opened it," he said.
"You KNEW it was for Andrew," she said not looking at him, however.
"So I presumed when I had read it," he returned slowly; "but
Andrew has not come back to-night yet, so I came instead; it's all
the same as long as it's a boy, isn't it?"
The girl made no reply, only put her hand up and drew the cloud
more closely round her head.
His lips curled a little more.
"And I know how to kiss, too, I assure you. I am quite a good hand
at it, though you may not think so. Oh yes, I know you said you
did not want to be kissed; but then, girls always say that, don't
they?--even when they expect it most.
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