"Many, many times," he told her smilingly. "Many times, even if they have to be within a few days. Now, good-by."
She watched him down the walk, and as if he knew that, he turned, as the shrubbery was closing about him, and waved his hat to her. That seemed another bit of prescience,—to know she was to be there. Electra was very happy. She sat down again in a swoon of the reason and a mad hurry of what cried to her as the higher part of her nature, unrecognized until now, and thought of her exalted fortune.
MacLeod found Rose ready to question him. She was at the gate, to have her word immediately. He noted the signs of apprehension in her face, and, taking her hand, swung it as they walked.
"Has anything happened?" she asked irrepressibly.
"I've been down to—what do they call it?—the plantation."
"What did you talk about?"
"Oh, crops!"
"You don't know anything about crops!"
MacLeod laughed.
"Well, the other man did. I can always listen."