"Shall we ever resume the little discussion we had so merrily on that delightful day beside the old rock-pillar?"
"Discussion—on what?" asked Sybil, timidly.
"Flirtation—Miss Devereaux."
"What! you know my name?"
"Yes; I am happy to say I do now, Sybil Devereaux."
"How came this to pass?"
"Simply enough: the Trecarrel girls told me."
"But I do not know them," said Sybil, with a tone of pique.
"May I have the pleasure of introducing——"
"Excuse me, please, but not just now," said she, hastily, remembering how her father had ever avoided the family of the General.