'It always does.'
'Beacon Hill will not run away. Leave that for another time. It is a good day's work for you, that alone. Suppose we go there to-morrow?' said Rollo coolly, looking at his companion.
'Well—if I like it well enough to-day.'
Dane was silent, probably feeling that his duty as Miss Kennedy's guardian was in the way of doing him very frequent disservice. However he was not a man to be swayed by that consideration. He came close alongside of Jeannie Deans and looked hard in Wych Hazel's face as he spoke,
'Do you think Mr. Falkirk would be willing to have you go to- day?'
'Why, of course!'
'I think he would not. And I think he ought not.'
'Mr. Falkirk never interferes with my strength or my fatigue!—'
'I shall not ask him. I take the matter on my own responsibility.'
She had thrown her veil back for a minute, and leaving the bridle on Jeannie's neck, both little hands were busy with some wind-disturbed rings of hair. She put them down now and looked round at him,—a look of great beauty; the girlish questioning eyes too busy with him, for the moment, to be afraid. Could he mean that? was he really trying to head her off in every direction?