"I don't see how, but it does!" Cornelia gave him a sharp side-look, to make out if he was sincere; but his face at the moment was in shadow.
"Perhaps because it pricked your finger," said she.
She had not spoken loud, and was almost startled when his reply showed he had heard her.

There was again that expression of marvellous efficiency and power in his face and bearing, but combined with one partly doubt and partly shrewd scrutiny.
"I plucked the bud all the same," he remarked.

Cornelia, for some reason, felt a little provoked and a little frightened.

He wasn't entirely unsophisticated after all; and she felt quite uncertain where the ignorance ended and the knowledge began.

She put the bud in her hair, and they walked on, Bressant being now at her side, instead of behind.