"Why should I have been fighting, Charmian?"
"Your eyes are wild—and fierce, Peter."
"Were you coming to—to—meet me, Charmian?"
"Yes, Peter." Now, watching beneath my brows, it almost seemed that her color had changed, and that her eyes, of set purpose, avoided mine. Could it be that she was equivocating?
"But I—am much before my usual time, to-night, Charmian."
"Then there will be no waiting for supper, and I am ravenous, Peter!"
And as she led the way along the path she began to sing again.
Being come to the cottage, I set down my bars and brackets, with a clang.
"These," said I, in answer to her look, "are the bars I promised to make for the door."
"Do you always keep your promises, Peter?"