"No!" she almost shouted.
"I think so."
"No;—if you mean by controlling myself, holding my tongue. He is the man I love,—whom I have promised to marry."
"But, Mary,—do ladies generally embrace their lovers in public?"
"No;—nor should I. I never did such a thing in my life before. But as he was there I had to show that I was not ashamed of him! Do you think I should have done it if you all had not been there?" Then again she burst into tears.
He did not quite know what to make of it. Mabel Grex had declared that she had behaved like an angel. But yet, as he thought of what he had seen, he shuddered with vexation. "I was thinking of the governor," he said.
"He shall be told everything."
"That you met Tregear?"
"Certainly; and that I—kissed him. I will do nothing that I am ashamed to tell everybody."
"He will be very angry."