Anny could see him strangely earnest and grave in the moonlight.
“You are my first love, Ann of the Island, though there be many others I have sported with,” he said in a strangely quiet, even voice, “and I am a strange man; take care how you use me.”
Anny looked at him with frank, innocent eyes; he was very handsome, she thought.
“I pray you kiss me, sir,” she said softly.
They did not move for a second or so, and the wind rose over the sea and whistled through the long grass at the sides of the path, and rustled the seaweed at their feet. Suddenly they became aware that someone was coming toward them.
Anny grew suddenly rigid; it was a step she knew.
Dick looked up quickly, and they began to walk on.
The figure came nearer and nearer. Dick strained his eyes to see who it was, but the man was in the shadow, and he passed without speaking.
When they had gone on a little way, Dick paused.
“Didst see who ’twas passed us, Ann?” he asked.