The contour of the too slender figure was sharply defined against the moonlit background. The shoulders looked angular, and her hips fell in straight, ungraceful lines from the high-waisted bodice.
He jumped over the ditch, and held out both his hands to her. With a prudish simper she placed hers behind her back.
"Don't be so impetuous," she lisped.
He was amazed. The action chilled him, and almost excited his contempt; but he was ashamed of the emotion, and tried to suppress it.
"You have kept me waiting a long time, Regina."
The face she turned on him was illuminated by the moon, and he saw plainly how insignificant and meagre it had become. She tossed her head scornfully.
"My name is Helene," she said. "I am sorry you have forgotten it;" and pouting, she turned her back.
He winced. "Pardon," he stammered; "it was a slip of the tongue."
This was certainly an unfortunate beginning. She made another grimace, but seemed disposed to accept his apology.
"Don't let us stay here," she begged. "I'm afraid."