“Nonsense!” she said, letting her hand rest for one brief moment on his arm. “I didn’t think men were so vain.”
“I’m afraid you don’t know much about them, Miss Berrington.”
“I didn’t until to-day. I’ve had my eyes opened.”
“Well, I must make one proviso. You are to return my visit.”
“Will you wear the other suit, then?”
“Yes, I will; and besides that, I have a negro cook who can prepare a meal that will surprise you, in our neck of the woods.”
“A negro cook? Dear me, I thought you were ruined!”
“Oh, well, in a manner of speaking, so I am, now you mention it; but still, let us live by the way, you know.”
When they reached the clearing, Fletcher was awaiting them on the verandah.
“If you will come with me, sir,” he said, “I shall take you to the guest-house.”