"You told him—that?"
"I did. I thought it but honorable, seeing he is my friend."
"Your friend!—since when, sir?"
"Since about ten o'clock this morning."
"Sir—sir—are you not a very precipitate person?"
"I begin to think I am. And my name is Barnabas."
"Since ten o'clock this morning! Then you knew—me first?"
"By about an hour."
Swiftly she turned away, yet not before he had seen the betraying dimple in her cheek. And so, side by side, they came to the edge of the clearing.
Now as he stooped to open a way for her among the brambles, she must needs behold again the glowing mark upon his cheek, and seeing it, her glance fell, and her lips grew very tender and pitiful, and, in that moment, she spoke.