She blushed, and then smiled, rising her face to his.
"It was my thought," she said, timidly; "the aunts said they were not good enough to bring, and I went to Lower House for the currants," she concluded, nodding mischeviously to her godfather.
"Like your impudence!" he answered, pretending to shake a fist at her. "Now, Miss Allonby, I must be going; won't you show me the picture you are doing of Saul Parker?"
"Oh, yes, I should like to. I hope you will think it a good likeness," answered Wyn, eagerly.
She rose, and walked slowly into the house with Mr. Fowler, leaving the two seated together on the lawn, conscious of nothing in all the world but each other's presence.
There was a little pause; then Elaine gathered courage. It was easier for them to talk with no listeners.
"I saw you before you were hurt," she announced, blushing.
"You saw me?" cried Osmond, devoured with interest. "Where? I never saw you."
"No; I was behind your back. I was coming up to the farm; you were sitting at your easel. Your head was resting on your hands. I wanted to go and ask you if you were ill; but Jane hurried me on."
"And I never knew," said Osmond, in a slow, absorbed way.