Who could it be that walked in our woods and set Dido bristling?
She was a gentle creature and knew her friends; and the people about were all kind and friendly to "Master Luke's" old dog.
I threw a fold of my skirt over her head to keep her from hearing, and, with my hand on her collar, I moved as close as I could to the leafy screen that separated the glade from the wood-path.
There was a couple coming up the path; presently they were in my view, and I saw to my grief and amazement that the man was Richard Dawson--I had known it, indeed, from the first--and the girl who walked with him was Nora Brady, the pretty little girl who had interested me at Araglin Creamery.

Richard Dawson walked with his arm about her.

She was looking up at him as though she adored him.

Just as they passed he bent his head and kissed her and again I heard him laugh.

The laugh made me hate him, if possible, more than ever.
I guessed that they had come in by the postern gate and would return that way, and I did not dare to stir till they had come back again.