Before we parted he made me promise to come one night to supper.
Next day I got a glimpse of Mary, and to my vexation she cut me dead.
She was walking with a flock of bare-headed girls, all chattering hard, and though she saw me quite plainly she turned away her eyes.

I had been waiting for my cue, so I did not lift my hat, but passed on as if we were strangers.

I reckoned it was part of the game, but that trifling thing annoyed me, and I spent a morose evening.
The following day I saw her again, this time talking sedately with Mr Ivery, and dressed in a very pretty summer gown, and a broad-brimmed straw hat with flowers in it.

This time she stopped with a bright smile and held out her hand.

'Mr Brand, isn't it ?' she asked with a pretty hesitation.