Notoriety! She managed
that for herself."
"Then--" she began, but did not finish. She stopped, looked sharply about
her, out of window, across the room, seemed to be listening to something,
or for something. Then she said, "I see." For the rest of the evening she
was very quiet, burning in a hidden fire.
Here was Saturday, and to-morrow she should see him again--the man who had
loved her so much that he had never kissed her. Love such as that,
rendered in kisses, was unthinkable. She knew that she must not think of
it, though she could not help her dreams. But there was no fear. The man
who had not dared to kiss her when he might should find that she was
worthy of such high honour.
Through the strings blew the wind from the south-west. "I love him--I
shall see him to-morrow--I shall never tell him so--but he will read it in
my eyes. He never kissed me when he might--he will not do it now when he
must not. I am a fool, a fool, a fool! Thank God, I am a fool again!"
II
"I fancy," said Chevenix, as they breasted the down, "that to the candid
observer we present a very pretty sight. He's not here, but I wish he
were. A free-moving young lady--this is my idea--a Diana of the Uplands--
wasn't there a picture of the name?--going to see an emancipated party of
the Open Road, with a chain round her heart, in the custody of a
gentleman-friend.
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