You will catch cold." "I wish I could," she answered defiantly, "I wish that I could catch such a cold as would kill me; then I should be out of my troubles.

Let us go into the summer-house; they will never think of looking for me there." "How will you get there ?" asked Leonard; "it is a hundred yards away, and the snow always drifts in that path." "Oh! never mind the snow," she said.
But Leonard did mind it, and presently he hit upon a solution of the difficulty.

Having first glanced up the drive to see that nobody was coming, he bent forward and without explanation or excuse put his arms around Jane, and lifting her as though she were a child, he bore her down the path which led to the summer-house.

She was heavy, but, sooth to say, he could have wished the journey longer.

Presently they were there, and very gently he laid her on her feet again, kissing her upon the lips as he did so.