“If Dan found you with me—”
Richard’s smooth face grew wondrous grim for the moment.
“I am not afraid of your cousin, Bess,” he said.
“Ah, you do not know Dan; he has the temper of a devil.”
Richard was looking at her very earnestly.
“Perhaps you are right, Bess,” he answered. “There is no reason why we should betray our trysting-place to him. What shall you do?”
“Oh, I can hide and wait till Dan has gone. He will never suspect that I am here. And when—”
She hesitated, and swayed nearer to Richard as they walked towards his horse.
“When?” he echoed.
“Shall we meet here again?”