"You have not been in a hurry," she pouted, "to come and see me."
"I supposed you would be very busy," said he smiling, and devouring her with his eyes. "Were you so anxious to have me come?"
"Anxious?" she repeated; and then added, illogically, "I supposed you would please yourself."
He nodded. "And how do you like Bullion Flat?"
"I think it ever so pretty—only I don't like the earth all torn up, and such ugly holes and scars."
"We have to get at the gold, you know," he explained, "even at such a cost. But the hilltops, anyhow, are spared."
She looked through a window and pointed at the most picturesque eminence in the neighborhood—the knoll. "That is your house?" she observed shyly.
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"I think it lovely—situation and all."
"And how did you know it was mine?"