“Rob—Rob!” she panted.
“Hush, stupid!” he growled. “You’ve come then at last. See any one among the trees?”
“No, dear, not a soul. Oh, Rob, I thought I should never be able to come to-night.”
“Humph! Didn’t want to, I suppose.”
“Rob!”
Only one word, but the tone of reproach sounded piteous.
“Why weren’t you waiting, then?—You were not up yonder, were you?” he added sharply.
“No, dear. I’ve only just got here. Father seemed as if he would never go out to-night, and it is a very, very long way to come.”
“Hullo! How your heart beats. Why, Judy, you must go into training. You are out of condition. I can feel it thump.”
“Don’t, Rob, pray. I want to talk to you. It’s dreadfully serious.”