“No,” said Frank, turning red under her glance, “we thought it was hopeless, yet we came to show that we loved you.”
“And what are you going to do now?” she said, biting her lip.
“Ah! I see someone in the street,” muttered Webster. “I will see you again;” and he darted out hurriedly.
Hume looked as though he would follow, but was arrested by a faint sound, and, turning his head, he saw that she was laughing.
“It is no crime for a brave man to love you,” he said, “and he deserves something more than laughter.”
“I am not laughing at him,” she said.
“At me, then? Am I, then, an object of ridicule?”
“You never could understand,” she said.
“No,” he said with a smile of courage; “I never did understand you, and I never shall. I love you. Must I go also?”
“My friend,” she said, with a sad smile about her lips, “I have been wanting to call on Miss Webster; do you remember Captain Pardoe? You must come with me.”