"There is a commission from Sir John in the Scotch regiment——"
"I'm Scotch enough without that," said I.
"Jack?"
"Yes, Madam?"
"Are you a little angry with me?"
"No," said I, feeling uncomfortable and concluding to beware of her, for she stood now close to me, and the scent of her warm breath troubled me.
"Why are you angry with me, Jack?" she asked sorrowfully. And took one step nearer.
"I am not," said I.
"Am—am I driving you into the wilderness?" she inquired.
"That, also, is absurd," I replied impatiently. "No woman could ever boast of driving me, though some may once have led me."