As she considered the question, a shadow fell upon the sunlit lawn and looking up she saw Lisle approaching with a creel upon his back. She started at the sight of him and once more felt her cheeks grow hot; then she smiled, for the half-formed suspicion that had flashed into her mind was obviously absurd. He saw her the next moment and strode toward the open window.
“We got a few good white trout, fresh run,” he said. “It occurred to me that you might like one or two of them.”
He glanced at the long French window.
“May I come in this way?”
“I’ve no doubt you could do so, but out of deference to conventional prejudices it might be better if you went round by the usual entrance.”
“Charmed!” he smiled. “That’s easy.”
“Would you rather have it hard?”
“That wasn’t the idea,” he answered. “I only felt that a much greater difficulty wouldn’t stop my getting in.”
Millicent laughed.
“If one of my neighbors made such speeches, they’d sound cheap. From you they’re amusing.”