WARNED! We were alone in the glade, by the side of the spring.

At that early hour there were no interruptions to dread; but Cristel was ill at ease.

She seemed to be eager to get back to the cottage as soon as possible.
"Father tells me," she began abruptly, "he saw you at the boathouse.

And it seemed to him, that you were behaving yourself like a friend to that terrible man." I reminded her of my having expressed the fear that we had been needlessly hard on him; and, I added that he had written a letter which confirmed me in that opinion.

She looked, not only disappointed, but even alarmed.
"I had hoped," she said sadly, "that father was mistaken." "So little mistaken," I assured her, "that I am going to drink tea with the man who seems to frighten you.