Looking up suddenly she surveyed him with a startled air, and he saw her face plainly in the quiet evening light. She had reddish hair, a freckled face, and was dressed—as Mrs. Parry had said—in all the colors of the rainbow. Giles guessed at once who she was, and bowed.
"Good evening, Miss Franklin," he said, lifting his hat, "you seem to be looking for something. Can I assist you?"
The damsel looked at him sternly and scowled. "You're trespassing," she said in rather a gruff voice.
"I fear that I am," he answered, laughing; "but you'll forgive me if I assist you in your search, won't you?"
"Who are you?" questioned Miss Franklin, quite unmoved by this politeness. "I never saw you before."
"I have just returned from London. My name is Ware."
"Ware!" echoed the girl eagerly. "Giles Ware?"
"Yes. Do you know my name?"
She took a good look at him, and seemed—he was vain enough to think so—rather to soften towards him. "I have heard Mrs. Morley speak of you," she declared bluntly.
"Ah! You have not heard a lady speak of me?"