"I will not go," said Golden, and she looked up into her lover's face with a strange, wistful pleading in her soft, blue eyes, and in her sweet, coaxing lips.
He bent down and whispered something that made her leave his side and put her small hand gently into her grandfather's.
"Grandpa, I will go home with you now," she said to him, tremulously, and he led her away, followed by Dinah, who glared angrily behind her, and muttered opprobrious invectives as she went.
If looks could have killed, Bertram Chesleigh would never have lived to figure any further in the pages of my romance.
[CHAPTER X.]
Bertram Chesleigh was left alone by the lake, with the angry eyes of John Glenalvan glaring upon him, while Elinor, speechless with rage, stood a little apart and watched him.
"Mr. Chesleigh, may I ask the meaning of this singular scene?" inquired his host, stiffly.
Bertram Chesleigh, standing with folded arms in dignified silence, opened his lips and said, briefly:
"It means, Mr. Glenalvan, that I have made the acquaintance of your niece and fallen in love with her."