But his hand now slightly pressed hers.
“Had to? But why?”
“Because she happens to be a thoroughbred.”
“Ah!” she breathed.
She was looking into his dark old eyes, and now they were kind, almost soft.
“We must take care,” he added, “that what she had done shall not be done in vain. We owe her that. Good-bye.”
“And you don’t think too badly about me?”
“Once I called you the daffodil girl to her.”
“Did you?”
“Youth is pretty cruel sometimes. When you’ve forgotten all this, don’t forget to be kind.”