Every morning brought the young heir of Earlescourt to the bright sunny gardens where Dora worked among the strawberries.

As the days passed she began to lose something of her shy, startled manner, and laughed and talked to him as she would have done to her own brother.

His vanity was gratified by the sweetest homage of all, the unconscious, unspoken love and admiration of the young girl.

He liked to watch the blushes on her face, and the quivering of her lips when she caught the first sound of his coming footsteps.

He liked to watch her dark eyes droop, and then to see them raised to his with a beautiful, startled light.
Insensibly his own heart became interested.