And then--"How you are enjoying yourself!" "Yes.

Isn't it foolish of me," says she; but she laughs still.
"It is the essence of wisdom," says Neilson.
Here a little giggle from Mrs.Chichester tells of _her_ having been nearly caught.

And now, now there is a skirmish down there, and presently they can see Hescott drawing Tita reluctantly forward.
Tita is making frantic signs to Mr.Gower.
"It's not a fair capture unless you can guess the name of your captive," says Gower, in answer to that frantic if silent appeal.
Hescott raises his right hand, pretends to feel blindly in the air for a moment, then his hand falls on Tita's sunny little head.

It wanders on her short curls--it is a very slow wandering.
Mrs.Bethune looks up at Rylton, who is standing beside her.
"Do you still doubt ?" asks she, in a low whisper.
"Doubt! I am a past master at it," says he bitterly.

"I should be! _You_ taught me!" "I! Oh, Maurice!" "Yes--you! Yesterday, as it seems to me, I believed in everyone.
To-day I doubt every soul I meet." At this point Hescott's "doubts," at all events, seem to be set at rest.