"Nonsense! You know I mean Ryde."
"I can't be rude to him."
"You can. Why not? It will keep him from calling again."
No answer.
"Oh, I daresay you want him to call again," says Desmond, angrily.
At this moment, the gates of Moyne being in sight, and those of Coole long passed, Kit suddenly appears on the top of a high stone wall, and calls gayly to Desmond to come and help her alight.
"And now go away too," she says: "you are forbidden goods, you know, and we must not be seen talking to you, under pain of death."
"Good-by," says Desmond, with alacrity, who is, in truth, sulky, and undesirous of further parley with his beloved. "Good-by, Miss Beresford."
"Good-by," says Monica, shortly.
"We shall see you again soon, no doubt," says Kit, kindly, in her clear, sweet treble.