She glanced up at him with a woeful little smile. "It's no good thinking of that, is it?" she said.
"I have an idea we could make it come true between us," he said.
She shook her head. That brief glimpse of his intent eyes had sent a sudden and overwhelming wave of shyness through her. She remembered again the fiery holding of his arms, and was afraid.
He paused in his walk and turned aside to the railing that bounded the side of the track above the steep, pine-covered descent. "Wish hard enough," he said, "and all dreams come true!"
Dinah went with him as if compelled. She leaned against the railing, glad of the support, while he sat down upon it. His attitude was supremely easy and self-possessed.
"Do you know, Daphne," he said, "I've taken a fancy to that particular dream myself? Now I've caught you, I don't see myself letting you go again."
Her heart throbbed at his words. She bent her head, fixing her eyes upon the rough wood upon which she leaned.
"But it's no good, is it?" she said, almost below her breath. "I've just got to go."
He put his hand on her shoulder, and she was conscious afresh of the electricity of his touch. She shrank a little—a very little; for she was frightened, albeit curiously aware of a magnetism that drew her irresistibly.
"Yes, I suppose you've got to go," he said. "But—there's nothing to prevent me following you, is there?"