He saw how much she was in earnest now, and felt some desire to know what it was about.

Moreover--which settled the point--he was getting tired of sticking to one thing for a time unusually long with him.

But he would not throw away the chance of scoring a huge debt of gratitude.
"Well, do what you like with me," he answered, with a smile; "I never can have my own way five minutes.

It serves me quite right for being so good-natured." Mary gave him a kiss, which must have been an object of ambition to anybody else; but it only made him wipe his mouth; and presently the two set forth upon the path toward Bempton.
Robin Lyth had chosen well his place for meeting Mary.

The lane (of which he knew every yard as well as he knew the rocks themselves) was deep and winding, and fringed with bushes, so that an active and keen-eyed man might leap into thicket almost before there was a fair chance of shooting him.