"Lift up your eyes to me and say it. That is right. How beautiful your eyes are, Pamela! Say 'Tony,' now."
"Tony!"
"Dear Tony."
"Dear Tony!"
"How sweetly you say it! It is like silver in your voice. But, come now, we will go home. I have to be wise, you know. Ah, Pamela, Pamela! why did you bring me to the Wishing Well?"
"You wanted to go."
"Yes, I know; but it was an accident that we were alone, or it was Fate—yes, it was surely Fate that sent Miss Spencer's carriage for your sister at the last moment, so that we had to take our walk without her. Shall we go now, and talk no more about love to-day?"
Pamela hesitated, and then said:
"Poor Sylvia! She has spent this lovely afternoon shut up with an old lady and a dog."
"She wouldn't mind the dog, I fancy, Pam."