"They only say it in books. In life they mean it. Do you know, I've nothing to marry on but three pigs, a few boxes of cigars, one hundred dollars, and the chance of a job breaking horses? Now, I suppose you could do much better than that, eh?"
"A house in Park Lane," she said, "and dinners for City people in the evenings; but I mustn't interrupt him while he's busy."
Her hand stole into his, and he kissed it after the manner, perhaps, of the Spanish Court. Then he thought—after the manner of the Blackguard—that lips were not so cold, and more responsive.
They were.
"Do you know," she said, half frightened, "that this moss is very damp?"
"My lips are still very dry."
At that she sprang up, laughing. "Catch me," she cried; "catch me," and she ran for the woods.
CHAPTER XV
Since the Blackguard's time had nearly expired, the Colonel sent for him.