It had all been so sudden she had had no power, perhaps no will, to resist, so sore was the tender, loving heart for him.
He was barely in time to hail the boat as it passed, and at the instant he was about to step aboard, Mr.Dinsmore rode up, and springing from the saddle, throwing the reins to his servant, cried out in astonishment, "Harold! you are not leaving us?
Come, come, what has happened to hurry you away?
Must you go ?" "Yes, I must," he answered with half-averted face.

"Don't call me a scoundrel for making such a return for your hospitality.

I couldn't help it.

Good-bye.

Try to forget that I've been here at all; for Rose's sake, you know." He sprang into the boat; it pushed off, and was presently lost to sight among the trees shading the bayou on either hand.
Mr.Dinsmore stood for a moment as if spellbound; then turned and walked thoughtfully towards the house.