98 A Mental Struggle.
goes down altogether beneath Patricia's gaze, which 13
directed full at him and never falters.
"It seems to me," she says with severity, "that you
don't know, either, where that joke comes in. Not that rt
matters ; only, I think it would have been a little more
straightforward of you if you had said openly that you
were laughing at me !
"Far be such a thing from me, my dear!" says old
Bohun, suppressing the last t-winkle in his eye.
" Well, never mind," returns she gaily, rising suddenly
out of her small chagrin, and smiling at him with aU the
old geniality. " I must be going," she continues, tucking
her arm into his.
" WeD, come in first and get the cheque," suggests he.
At this her pretty face grows all aglow, and she hangs
back a bit.
"Are you sure—qtiite sure—that I sha'n't meet that
horrid young man?" she asks anxiously.
They are now at a spot that runs parallel ■with a thick
laurel hedge, and a young man, walking leisurely along at
the other side of it, on the soft mossy sward, hears her
" She is ungr-ateful," he murmurs to himself as he gets
quickly out of further hearing. " There are many reasons
-why i should call her a horrid young woman, and yet I
have not done so I"
He turns the corner, and is lost to sight. Patricia,
being reassiued by Mr. Bohun as to the impossibility of
her coming once again face to face with her new bete noir,
receives the little scrap of paper that will set her brother
free from care and disgrace, and having most willingly
bartered for it (as she believes) the greater part of the
small inheritance coming to her, goes home rejoicing
through the fast-gathering twilight.
Already dusk is on her. The God of Day, never too
brilliant at this time of year, has sunk behind the hills in
a red glory, and here and there the shadows are deepening
as night draws on apace.
"Whereis Miss Heriot? "she asks, as she springs from
her horse at the hall door of The Chevies.