oh, PLEASE, don't!" This was no catchpenny coquetry; it was a genuine dread of undue familiarity.

A kindred trait in Mahony's own nature rose to meet it.
"Certainly not, if it is disagreeable to you.

Shall we shake hands instead ?" Two of the blackest eyes he had ever seen were raised to his, and a flushed face dimpled.

They shook hands, and he offered his arm.
Halfway to the arbour, they met the others coming to find them.

The girls bore diminutive parasols; and Purdy, in rollicking spirits, Tilly on one arm, Jinny on the other, held Polly's above his head.