“I’ll make you. I have everything to give you.”
Had he? What of Robin Hood and Galahad? What of youth and youth’s audacity, high resolves, flaming dreams?
She felt something of this subconsciously. But she would not have been a feminine creature had she not felt the flattery of his pursuit.
“Jane, I’ll make life a fairy tale. We’ll travel everywhere. Sail strange seas. Wouldn’t you love it—all those countries you have never seen—and just the two of us? And all the places you have read about? And when we come home I’ll build you a house—wherever you say—with a great garden.”
He was eloquent, and the things he promised were woven into the woof of all her girlish imaginings.
“I ought not to listen,” she said, tremulously.
But he knew that she had listened. He was wise enough to leave it—there.
He rose as he heard the others coming back. “Will you ride with me to-morrow afternoon? Don’t be afraid of me. I’ll promise to be good.”
“Sorry. I’m to have tea in town with Evans.”