"It's lucky you didn't, Tony." The name came with soft hesitation.
"Why, Pam?"
"She'd have laughed in your face."
"I'd rather have your way, Pam."
"My way?"
"Though it made me behave worse than I intended. But never mind. A little time will unravel the tangled skein. Now we are nearly out of the wood. Ah, Pamela! kiss me once—I shall not ask you again till I have the full right."
Without a word the girl lifted her face to meet his kiss. To her it was the kiss of betrothal.
CHAPTER VI.
"I WILL COME AGAIN, MY DEAR."
"I wish my friend, Glengall, were at home," said Mr. Graydon, leaning back in the chair by the study fire. "He'd give you a mount while you were waiting for Johnny Maher's little mare. The hounds meet at Lettergort to-day."