"I leave the highway here," she said. "I go back through the fields—there is a path running around the hill. Do you know it?"
"No—but I should like to know it," he invited. "Won't you show it to me?"
"It will take you out of your course!" she suggested.
"I have no course this morning but the one you fix," he said.
"Take care, m'sieur!" she warned. "I may be a poor—navigator."
"I'll risk it, madame—both your skill as a pilot and your ability as a captain."
She shot him a look from under her long lashes.
"Very well," she replied and sprang lightly to the stile.
He was before her at the steps, however, with hand extended to help her.... For just an instant, her fingers rested in his; then dropped them, and she was over. A faint smile touched his lips as he followed.