There, sitting on the bank, smoking serenely, was Angus McIvor. He threw away his cigar, and got up as soon as she saw him.
Her lovely face flushed, her blue eyes darkened with pleasure, as she held out her hand in greeting.
"I thought you would be sure to come here," he said, smiling down upon her.
"Oh, you expected me, then?" she said, and her eyes fell before his.
"Why weren't you there this morning when I came to be thanked?" he asked.
She turned her head away uneasily. "Mother did not wish me to come in," she said.
"Why not?"
No answer.
"Well, never mind that now," he said. "I will ask you again some other time. Now let us go up towards the top of Jacko; there are some pretty views I should like to show you."
And, nothing loth, Elma went with him.