"I came very near putting my arm around you," said he, looking away from her. "Do you forgive that, too?"
She took the hand away and struck him playfully on the cheek with the palm of it.
Then, before he surmised what she intended, she ran brightly up the steps of the house and vanished.
CHAPTER IX.
"DAISY, MY DARLING!"
It was Roseleaf's full intention to say something about this adventure to his instructor in the art of love, Mr. Archie Weil, but somehow he was not able to summon the requisite courage. He had a delicate sense that such a thing ought not to be repeated, where it might by any possibility bring a laugh. And about this time the novelist's attention began to be attracted toward the younger sister, who had till then almost entirely escaped his observation.
He noticed particularly the ceaseless devotion that the black servant of the family exhibited toward her. She might have been a goddess and he a devotee; a queen and he her slave. Hannibal moved about the girl like her very shadow, ready to anticipate her slightest wants, while Daisy seemed to take this excess of attention as a matter of course.
Millicent constantly showed her dislike for the servant.