"What frightened you, Hermione—who was it?"
"I—I thought I saw some one crouching behind a bush—watching us!"
"Not—M'Ginnis?" he demanded, fierce-eyed.
"No—no, I'm sure it wasn't!"
"I'll go and look," said Ravenslee, clenching his fists. But now, as he turned away, two round arms were about him again, soft and compelling, and she was looking up at him, all shy-eyed, passionate tenderness; and before the revelation in that look, he forgot all else in the world.
"Hermione—when will you marry me?"
Now, softened by distance, there floated to them the mellow booming of a gong.
"That means I must go!" she sighed.
"Hermione—when will you marry me?"
"Good-by—good-by—I must run!"