CHAPTER VI.
AN IMPATIENT LOVER'S PLANS.
There had been no mistake about the wooing of Lord Chandos. He had not thought of loving and riding away; the proud, beautiful, gifted girl whom he loved had been wooed and pursued with the ardor and respect that he would have shown to a princess.
There came another day, when something had prevented him from seeing her; and unable to control his impatience, he had ridden over to the farm, this time ostensibly to see the farmer, and ask for another glass of his famous cider; this time, under the farmer's eyes even, he stopped and spoke to Leone.
"You will be at the mill-stream this evening?" he whispered, and her answer was:
"Yes."
When he had drunk the cider and ridden away, Farmer Noel turned to his niece.
"A fine young man that, Leone; but what did he say to you?"
"Nothing particular; something about the mill-stream," replied the proud lips, that disdained a lie.
"Because," said Robert Noel, slowly, "you have a beautiful face of your own, my lady lass, and a young man like that would be sure to admire it."