A remembrance of the scene came to the minds of both, and the girl gave a little laugh.
"Well, well, Carnac," she said gaily, her cheek flushing, her eyes warm with colour: "well, I sent you away with flowers.

Did they bring you luck ?" She looked him steadily in the eyes.
"Yes, they brought me a perfect remembrance--of one who has always been to me like the balm of Gilead." "Soothing and stimulating, eh ?" she asked, as she put the flowers on the table and gave him her hand--no, she suddenly gave him both hands with a rush of old-time friendship, which robbed it of all personal emotion.
For a moment he held her hands.

He felt them tremble in his warm clasp, the delicate, shivering pulsation of youth, the womanly feeling.

It was for an instant only, because she withdrew her fingers.

Then she caught up an apple from the dish she had brought in, and tossed it to him.
"For a good boy," she said.