"Will you come over to-morrow night?" he asked. There was a touch of suspense in his voice.
"Yes," she said.
"Good-bye then," he held out his hand.
She took it somewhat shyly.
He held her rather long, looking at her thoughtfully, he seemed in doubt, then he slowly released her hand and turned away. "Good-bye till to-morrow then," he said.
"Good-bye," she answered.
Next night he was outside before half-past twelve, waiting. He saw her leave the camp and come towards him springing lightly from tuft to tuft over the rough ground.
"Hullo!" she said, and looked up at him, her wondrous eyes beaming pleasure.
"How are you?" he answered, gravely, shaking hands. The limitations of the Englishman bound him fast. "Come inside," he continued.
She drew back with a little expression of repugnance. "I don't like houses," she said.