Miss Trevor, however, was not deceived by it. "You are a dear, courageous boy," she murmured.
With a flourish of his hat that seemed to repudiate all sympathy, Guy turned on his heel and marched gallantly away.
Meanwhile, in another part of the garden, a very different scene was being enacted.
On catching sight of each other Cyril and Anita had both halted simultaneously. Cyril's heart pounded so violently that he could hardly hear himself think.
"I must be calm," he said to himself. "I must be calm! But how beautiful she is! If I only had a little more time to collect my wits! I know I shall make an ass of myself!"
As these thoughts went racing through his brain, he had been moving almost automatically forward. Already he could distinguish the soft curve of her parted lips and the colour of her dilated eyes.
A sudden panic seized him. He was conscious of a wild desire to fly from her presence; but it was too late. He was face to face with her.
For a moment neither moved, but under the insistence of his gaze her eyes slowly sank before his. Then, without a word, as one who merely claims his own, he flung his arms around her and crushed her to his heart.