“The Trennahans have one. I am sure they would lend it to us. Oh, I should like nothing so much as that!”
“Nor I! Fancy!”
When they felt that they were really in the forest, they tethered their horses and sat down at once with their luncheon. It was a very good one, and they ate it with relish, for they had been in the saddle several hours. When it was over, Cecil made a pillow of his saddle, and smoked a pipe.
“You look quite happy,” said Lee sarcastically.
“Oh, I am! I never knew anything so jolly!”
“Would you like me to pull off your boots?”
“What an unforgiving spirit you have. I should be much happier if you would sit as close to me as you can.”
Lee sat down beside the saddle.
“Now, tell me your adventures,” she commanded.
Whatever the final results of her inspiration, the immediate were very agreeable. Cecil’s adventures had been many, and the enthusiasm of the sportsman made him eloquent. It was soon evident that he had returned heart and soul into the past two years; and although Lee was pleased to observe that his grasp on her hand did not relax, his pipe was permitted to go out. Although his adventures did not consist of a series of hairbreadth escapes, they were novel and exciting, and Lee was thrilled.