But her heart skipped a beat when she saw that he was edging his way round the side of the pavilion towards her.

Was he coming to her--was he ?--was he ?--yes, he was! He was looking for her--he was here beside her--he was gazing down at her with something in his dark grey eyes that Rilla had never seen in them.

Oh, it was almost too much to bear! and everything was going on as before--the dancers were spinning round, the boys who couldn't get partners were hanging about the pavilion, canoodling couples were sitting out on the rocks--nobody seemed to realize what a stupendous thing had happened.
Kenneth was a tall lad, very good looking, with a certain careless grace of bearing that somehow made all the other boys seem stiff and awkward by contrast.

He was reported to be awesomely clever, with the glamour of a far-away city and a big university hanging around him.

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady-killer.