“Very,” said Norman Gartram, frowning. “Here, Claude, stop that fooling and come home.”
“Mary, Mary, what have you done?” whispered Claude, as they walked away.
“Made a mess of it, darling, I’m afraid.”
As they turned a corner of the glen, with her father’s guest talking about what she did not know, Claude stole a glance back, to see Christopher Lisle standing with his hands resting upon the rod he held, and a bright, silvery fish lying at his feet.
The girl’s heart went on beating heavily with pulsations that seemed as full of pleasure as of pain.
Volume One—Chapter Four.
“All to Bits!”
Mary Dillon did the greater part of the talking on the way home, Gartram saying scarcely a word, but making great use of his eyes, to see how Glyddyr took the unpleasant contretemps.