“I must go,—but not with that, not with any hint of that,—please!”
“If you let him defeat you, if you fail to spend your year there,—we’ll overlook this one lapse,”—she looked me steadily in the eyes, wholly guiltless of coquetry but infinitely kind,—“then,—”
She paused, opened the fan, held it up to the light and studied the golden butterflies.
“Yes—”
“Then—let me see—oh, I shall never chase another rabbit as long as I live! Now go—quickly—quickly!”
“But you haven’t told me when and where it was we met the first time. Please!”
She laughed, but urged me away with her eyes.
“I shan’t do it! It isn’t proper for me to remember, if your memory is so poor. I wonder how it would seem for us to meet just once—and be introduced! Good night! You really came. You are a gentleman of your word, Squire Glenarm!”
She gave me the tips of her fingers without looking at me.
A servant came in hurriedly.