She communicated this to him, and warned him at the same time that even this concession had been granted somewhat reluctantly, and in consideration of his invariable good conduct; it would be immediately withdrawn upon the slightest indiscretion.
“Oh, I will be discretion itself,” said Compton; but the warmth with which he kissed his mother gave her some doubts. However, she was prepared to risk something. She had her own views in this matter.
When he had got this limited permission, Master Compton was not much nearer the mark; for he was not to call on the young lady, and she did not often walk in the village.
But he often thought of her, her loving, sprightly ways seven years ago, and the blaze of beauty with which she had returned.
At last, one Sunday afternoon, she came to church alone. When the congregation dispersed, he followed her, and came up with her, but his heart beat violently.
“Miss Bassett!” said he, timidly.
She stopped, and turned her eyes on him; he blushed up to the temples. She blushed too, but not quite so much.
“I am afraid you don't remember me,” said the boy, sadly.
“Yes, I do, sir,” said Ruperta, shyly.
“How you are grown!”