Jeffray, after introducing Wilson to Mr. Robert Beaty, withdrew with a slight bow and passed on to speak with Bess. Knowing that Lot Hardacre was watching him narrowly, he bore himself with all the courtliness he could command towards the girl, and pointed her back to the seat that she had just abandoned.
“I have a debt of honor to pay,” he said, with a smile.
“You are going to fight that man?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he? I hate him.”
“I will tell you everything afterwards. Will you go into the house or stay here on the terrace?”
Their eyes met, and they stood looking at each other with a mute and indescribable tenderness.
“I will stay here,” she said, at last.
“Well chosen,” he answered her.
She held out her hands, stooping a little towards him, her face bathed in the dearness of her love.