'Please, don't—please, don't,' urged Mary, almost with tears in her tremulous tones.
'Why?' he asked, looking down upon her with a bright and winning smile.
'These initials may be seen.'
'By whom—and what then?'
Mary was silent, but thought only of Miss Galloway, though that young lady seldom favoured the woods with her society; and now Colville completed his work with a most orthodox true lovers' knot, Mary growing more and more appalled as it proceeded.
'You have a middle name?' she asked, timidly.
'Every fellow has now-a-days—snobbish, isn't it? In my case I cannot help it.'
'And the middle name?'
'Don't ask it—you know me but as Leslie Colville, and that is my genuine baptismal appelation.'
'This bit of wood engraving may be deuced unfair to her if young Wodrow sees it,' was the not ungenerous thought of Leslie Colville.