“I shall be here; but you?”
“And I suppose I must visit my patient.”
“But if Mr. Lumme does not go hunting—will you then have time to spare?”
She rose and said, as if offended, “I don't think you want to see me very much.”
Yet she did not go. On the contrary, she stood so close to me that I was able to seize her hand and draw her towards me.
“Ah, no!” I cried, “Give me my turn!”
“Your turn?” she asked, drawing away a little.
“Yes; what can I hope for but a brief turn? I am but one of your admirers, and if you are kind to all—”
I paused. She gave me a bright glance, a little smile that drove away all prudence.
“Amy!” I cried; “I have something to give you!”