"I came out this morning hoping to tell you a little secret as I might confide in a brother, and I trusted that your friendship for me would prove strong enough to enable me to make you his friend also. I wanted you to stay a little longer, that you might meet him, and that I might reconcile you, and prepare the way for pleasant companionship in the future. I am expecting Charles Hunting now every—
"What is the matter? What do you mean by that look of horror? What have you against him, that you should show such deep hostility before, and now stare at me in almost terror?"
But he only staggered against a tree for support.
"Speak," cried she, passionately seizing his arm. "I will not endure the innuendo of your look and manner."
"I will speak," he answered, in sudden vehemence. "I've lost too much by him. Charles Hunting is—"
But he stopped, clinched his hands, and seemed to make a desperate effort at self-control. She heard him mutter as he turned away a few steps, "Stop! stop! All that is left you now is a little self-respect. Keep that—keep that."
Annie misunderstood him, and thought he referred to some slander that he had hesitated to utter against his enemy even in his anger and jealousy. With flashing eyes she said, "Let me complete the sentence for you. Charles Hunting is a Christian gentleman. You may well think twice before you speak one word against him in my presence."
"Did I say one word against him?" he asked, eagerly.
"No, but you looked much more than words can express."
"I could not help that. Your revelation was sudden, Miss Walton."