Phil courting Helia in the Yard
As she dried her arms, Phil raised his eyes and saw, near the shoulder, a brown stain on the white skin.
“That’s nothing,” said Helia; “I knocked against a post.”
Phil looked at her closely.
“You’ve been crying again to-day! But I—I’m not afraid of Cemetery,” he went on. “I’ll go for him to-morrow and punch his face. I won’t have him touching you any more. First of all, he hasn’t the right! and I’ll forbid him.”
But Helia shook her head: “No!” She added: “I’ll attend to that! I belong to you now—not to him! There he comes,” she said suddenly. “Go away—and not a word, whatever happens!”
Above the noise of the band and of the public, Helia had heard Cemetery’s voice. Phil had just time to get away.