"If you like," she said in a low voice.
"I expect you thought I had forgotten you," he said; "but there is no need to give me the little blue flower, I assure you, Miss Douglas. I have never forgotten you. I never could forget what you did for me the last time I saw you."
"And yet it was all of no use," she said sadly.
"Don't say that. Who can tell? That letter may yet prove to be a most important link in the chain. What a lovely place this is! Shall we sit here and talk a little? It is so quiet and beautiful."
They sat down on the rocky bank, and the collie laid his chin on Marjorie's arm and gazed up into her face.
"Tell me what you have been doing the last eighteen months, Miss Douglas."
She told him of Mr. Holtby's death, and how they had all left Daisy Bank.
"Yes," he said, "I went there one day to see you, and found you gone."
"Did you? I wish I had known!"
"Why? Oh, I see. You thought I had forgotten. Well, where did you go next?"