Look there! Do you see her?
Do you see ?" Her voice broke nervously as he swung around to stare at a rider bearing down at a gallop--a woman on a big roan, tearing along through the spring sunshine, passing them with wind-flushed cheeks and dark, incurious eyes, while her powerful horse carried her on, away through the quivering light and shadow of the woodland vista.
"Is _that_ the person ?" "Y-es," she faltered.

"Was I wrong ?" "Quite wrong, Miss Southerland." "But--but you said you had seen her here this morning!" "Yes, I have." "Did you speak to her before you met me ?" "No--not before I met you." "Then you have not spoken to her.

Is she still here in the Park ?" "Yes, she is still here." The girl turned on him excitedly: "Do you mean to say that you will not speak to her ?" "I had rather not--" "And your happiness depends on your speaking ?" "Yes." "Then it is cowardly not to speak." "Oh, yes, it is cowardly.

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