He ground his heel into the clover, and threw his switch into the thicket.

Yet he would give her one--only one moment more.
"Captain Carroll!" The voice had been and was to HIM the sweetest in the world; but even a stranger could not have resisted the spell of its musical inflection.
He turned quickly.

She was advancing towards him from the summer-house.
"Did you think I was coming that way--where everybody could follow me ?" she laughed, softly.

"No; I came through the thicket over there," indicating the direction with her flexible shoulder, "and nearly lost my slipper and my eyes--look!" She threw back the inseparable lace shawl from her blond head, and showed a spray of myrtle clinging like a broken wreath to her forehead.

The young officer remained gazing at her silently.
"I like to hear you speak my name," he said, with a slight hesitation in his breath.