“You can never disturb me, child. I shall be pleased to have you about me. I suppose you sometimes want books from the library. You must come and get them when you wish. It will not annoy me in the least.”
“Oh, thank you; but I don’t read very much, I’m afraid. I love to walk and ride and row,” Thea said, hastily.
She did not dare to be alone in the library again with Norman de Vere.
He felt her reluctance. His face flushed deeply.
“It was that most unlucky kiss. Indeed, I had no right,” he thought, but he could not regret it. The memory was too thrilling.
He immediately began to lay plans to join her in the outdoor life of which she pretended to be so fond.
“Can you row?” he asked.
“Like a sailor,” she replied, gayly.
“And ride horseback?”
“I have never had an opportunity to learn.”