"There was one," she whispered, and looked over her shoulder.
Haward drew her to the seat beneath the cherry-tree, and there, while he sat beside her, elbow on knee and chin on hand, watching her, she told him of Hugon.

It was so natural to tell him.

When she had made an end of her halting, broken sentences, and he spoke to her gravely and kindly, she hung upon his words, and thought him wise and wonderful as a king.

He told her that he would speak to Darden, and did not despair of persuading that worthy to forbid the trader his house.

Also he told her that in this settled, pleasant, every-day Virginia, and in the eighteenth century, a maid, however poor and humble, might not be married against her will.