"I was going to avail myself of your permission, and fish the stream--but, of course, I can't do that now." "No--I suppose not," she assented.

"But we should be sure to meet on the road--I should be riding--walking." "But not on this side often," she argued.
A faint, very faint colour had stolen into the clear pallor of her cheek, her eyes were downcast.

She was honestly surprised, and, yes, a little pleased that he should protest against the close of their acquaintance; pleased, though why, she could not have told; for it did not seem to matter.
"Oh, yes, I should," he retorted.

"It's very pretty this side, and--See here, Miss Heron." He drew a little nearer and looked up at her with something like a frown in his eagerness.

"Of course I shall speak to my father about--well, about the way the land was bought, and I'm hoping, I'm sure, that he will be able to explain it satisfactorily; and I want to tell you that it is a mistake.