Into his mind there entered even the possibility of flight, forgetful of the wrongs he had suffered, abandoning the vengeance he had sworn.

Then with an oath he stemmed his thoughts.
"God in heaven, am I a boy, beardless and green ?" he asked himself.

"Am I turned seventeen again, that to look into a pair of eyes should make me forget all things but their existence ?" Then in a burst of passion: "Would to Heaven," he muttered, "they had left me stark on Worcester Field!" He rose abruptly, and set out to walk aimlessly along, until suddenly a turn in the path brought him face to face with Cynthia.

She hailed him with a laugh.
"Sir laggard, I knew that willy-nilly you would follow me," she cried.
And he, taken aback, could not but smile in answer, and profess that she had conjectured rightly..