"For each other," whispered Rodney.
CHAPTER XXXV.
HILL-HOPE.
They were sitting together, the next day, on the rock below the cascade, in the warm sunshine.
Aunt Euphrasia knew all about it; Aunt Euphrasia had let them go down there together. She was as content as Rodney in the thing that could not now be helped.
"I've broken my promise," said Rodney to Sylvie. "I agreed with my father that I wouldn't be engaged for two years."
"Why, we aren't engaged,—yet,—are we?" asked Sylvie, with bewitching surprise.
"I don't know," said Rodney, his old, merry, mischievous twinkle coming in the corners of his eyes, as he flashed them up at her. "I think we've got the refusal of each other!"
"Well. We'll keep it so. We'll wait. You shall not break any promise for me," said Sylvie, still sweetly obtuse.