“No—only disappointed!”
“Isn’t that unkind? Haven’t we had a golden time?” His tone smote her a little.
“It was heavenly,” she said, “till—”
“Till I behaved like a brute?”
She laughed excitedly, and waved farewell.
Falloden, smiling, watched her go, standing beside his horse—a Siegfried parting from Brunhilde.
When she and the groom had disappeared, he mounted and rode off towards another exit.
“I must be off to-morrow!” he said to himself with decision—“or my schools will go to the dogs!”
CHAPTER VII
“Three more invitations!—since lunch,” said Mrs. Hooper, as she came into the schoolroom, where her elder daughter sat by the window renovating a garden hat.