Ay hear Jim Harris coming to the door; now don't disturb me any more, and tell Mr.Gwyn Ay'll be happy to see him tomorrow.

Now, mind, no larks." "No what ?" said Valmai, with puckered eyebrows.
"Larks, larks! Don't you know what 'larks' are, child?
Ay bet you do, with that pretty face of yours." Valmai still looked puzzled.
"Well, 'high jinks,' then; flirtation, then; will that suit your ladyship ?" "Oh, flirtation! Very well, uncle, good-night." And after a kiss and another "good gel," Valmai passed Jim at the doorway, and went slowly downstairs.
Cardo stood at the bottom awaiting her with wide open arms.
"Come, come, Valmai; how slow you are, fanwylyd.

I am waiting for you.
What made you step so slowly down the stairs ?" he said, as he drew her towards him; "you should have flown, dearest." "I was thinking," said Valmai.
"And of what ?" "Thinking whether I had told uncle an untruth.

He said, 'no flirtations,' 'larks;' he called it; and I said, 'Very well, uncle,' and I was wondering whether husband and wife could flirt." Cardo laughed heartily.
"Come and sit by me, Valmai," he said, "and let us see.

Come and explain to me how, in the name of all that is wonderful and delightful, I find you here, with your head nestled on my shoulder, instead of being separated from me by wind and wave, as, in the natural course of events, you should have been ?" "Well, you see, Cardo, when you passed the stile on Thursday (oh, that sad Thursday!)"-- Cardo shared in the shiver which shook her--"I was there, to catch a last glimpse of you; but I was afraid to show myself because of the 'Vicare du,' so I shrank down behind the hedge till you had passed, and then I stood up and waved my handkerchief, and then you were gone; and I fell down on the moss, and cried dreadfully.