But then she mentally compared him to Walter. He had not the frank, honest gaze of the latter; and what women care more for, he did not have the powerful frame and strength of young Ridgely.
Her eyes were partial, it is true, but she found by comparison that Walter was his superior in morals, earnestness, strength and hardihood. But, she could not deny Danforth was gifted with rare beauty. Still she did not like him—she feared him.
After some time spent in conversation, which Katie sustained by monosyllables, and in which Walter did not join, Danforth arose.
“May I see you aside a moment, Miss Jeffries?” he asked. “I have something to say to you.”
She acquiesced, looking disappointedly at Walter, who watched them retire to a little distance. He did not like it.
When they had gone a short distance, Danforth proposed a stroll down the hill. She refused, abruptly. He stared; he had expected a glad affirmative answer. He looked at Walter, and Captain Downing smiled.
“Miss Jeffries, how long has that young man been in the settlement?”
“You mean Walt—Mr. Ridgely? He came with us from New York.”
“Do you know his character?”
“Perfectly; it is above reproach.”