"To waylay me here, when you know that I don't want to have anything more to do with you.

Let me through, please--and go away!" But Bryce kept a hand on the little gate, and when he spoke there was that in his voice which made the girl listen in spite of herself.
"I'm not here on my own behalf," he said quickly.

"I give you my word I won't say a thing that need offend you.

It's true I waited here for you--it's the only place in which I thought I could meet you, alone.
I want to speak to you.

It's this--do you know your guardian is in danger ?" Bryce had the gift of plausibility--he could convince people, against their instincts, even against their wills, that he was telling the truth.