Chapter Eleven.
“Amoris Integratio.”
“On, Maurice, how could you be so imprudent?”
“Imprudent be—somethinged! If you only knew the difficulty I’ve had to cut loose from the other fellows at all.”
“Yes, imprudent,” she went on, ignoring the last remark. “Supposing any of those wretched children had been about—and they’re just like little savages, always jumping out upon you unexpectedly from nowhere. And we are quite by a pathway, too.”
“Then the sooner we get away from it the better, for I intend repeating the operation with interest before we rejoin the merry crowd.”
“How did you find me out, Maurice? How did you know where I was?”
“Aha, you couldn’t hide from me, you see,” he replied. “No good, was it?”