"Then you shall see," said Lorraine, gravely.
Jack, bewildered, fascinated, stood leaning on his gun, watching every movement of the lithe figure before him.
"Until your gowns arrive, I shall not see you again?" he asked.
She looked up quickly.
"Do you wish to?"
"Very much!" he blurted out, and then, aware of the undue fervor he had shown, repeated: "Very much—if you don't mind," in a subdued but anxious voice.
Again she raised her eyes to his, doubtfully, perhaps a little wistfully.
"It wouldn't be right, would it—until you are presented?"
He was silent.
"Still," she said, looking up into the sky, "I often come to the river below, usually after luncheon."