Alva shook her head in protestation of ignorance as to that. "It seems very medieval and devoted for him to be out there at all, don't you think? And these nights are so cold, too."
"I should think that some one would see him sometimes?"
"I should, too."
"Well, go on. Has she known him always?"
"No; it seems that he lives in Cromwell where her mother was born, and she met him there two years ago when they went there to visit."
"Did he fall in love with her at first sight?"
"I think so. She said the first thing that she knew he was talking about her all the time, and then he began watching outside of their house at night."
"Didn't he ever talk to her, or come inside the house?"
"Oh, Lassie, what makes you say things like that? They make the story seem absurd; and I began it by telling you that her mother was bitterly opposed to him on account of his reputation."
"I forgot," said Lassie, contritely; "is he so very bad?"