She was a handsome girl, with full dark eyes, arched brows, a straight, well-moulded nose, the face somewhat long, mouth and chin firm, and expressive of resolution, the forehead wide and rounded, and her hair dark.
Her cheeks were glowing; they deepened in colour when she saw him.
'Why are you hiding here?' she asked. 'Have you come to spy on us?'
'I am not hiding. If you are suspicious, I take it you have something you are afraid may be seen.'
'I saw you stalking on the down.'
'Oh, then you have tracked me!'
'I—come after you!' exclaimed Winefred contemptuously. 'Well, if I have, it is to warn off trespassers.'
'I am not trespassing. This was my father's land once, and my playground.'
'It is yours no longer.'