“Perhaps you are right,” he said. “He is an interesting-looking youth.”
He felt ready to bite off his own tongue as he uttered this sneer, which escaped him in the bitterness of his spirit, and he awoke to the falseness of the step he had taken by the look of surprise and resentment that appeared in Rhoda’s face.
“Then we are to be friends,” he hastened to say eagerly; “always to be the best of friends?”
“Yes, Mr Tregenna,” replied Rhoda, coldly; and their tête-à-tête was ended by the entry of the party from the garden.
Chapter Thirteen.
A Visit Underground.
“Well, boy!”
“Well, old gentleman!”