“And I esteem you all the more for it.”
The conversation extended, and in quite a long discussion everything was forgotten but the subject in hand, till Leslie said:—
“There, you had better sit down and rest for a few minutes. You are quite out of breath.”
Madelaine looked startled, for she had been so intent upon their conversation that she had not heeded their going up the cliff walk.
“Sit down,” said Leslie; and she obeyed. “Get your breath, and we’ll walk back to your house together; but what do you think of it all?”
“I cannot help thinking that it would for many reasons be better.”
“So do I,” said Leslie, “in spite of the risk.”
“Risk?”
“Yes. Suppose I get into an imbroglio with Master Harry? He’s as peppery as can be. How then?”
“You will be firm and forbearing,” said Madelaine gravely. “I have no fear.”