She blew her whistle. 'That—that you're out of training,' she said lightly, as she mounted her horse.
'Oh,' he groaned, 'you're—'
'What?'
'You beggar language.'
She laughed and rode away.
'There, I've spoiled everything,' Paul said, and went home, and passed a sleepless night.
XI.
'I'll bet you sixpence she won't turn up to-day,' he said to his friend in the glass, next morning; nevertheless he went into the forest, and there she was. But she did not offer to dismount.
'Isn't there another inference to be drawn from my inability to lie to you?' he asked.
She smiled on him from her saddle. 'Oh, perhaps there are a hundred.'