"Well--Ned Landon was in hiding in the bushes under your window--and he must have been there all the time we were talking together. How or why he came there I cannot imagine. But he heard a good deal--and when you shut your window he was waiting for me. Directly I got down he pounced on me like a tramp-thief, and--now there!--don't look so frightened!--he said something that I couldn't stand, so we had a jolly good fight. He got the worst of it, I can tell you! He's stiff and unfit to work to-day--that's why Uncle Hugo has taken him to the town. I told the whole story to Uncle Hugo this morning--and he says I did quite right. But it's a bore to have to go on 'bossing' Landon--he bears me a grudge, of course--and I foresee it will be difficult to manage him. He can hardly be dismissed--the other hands would want to know why; no man has ever been dismissed from Briar Farm without good and fully explained reasons. This time no reasons could be given, because your name might come in, and I won't have that--" "Oh, Robin, it's all my fault!" she exclaimed. "If you would only let me go away! Help me--do help me to go away!" He stared at her, amazed. "Go away!" he echoed--"You! Why, Innocent, how can you think of such a thing! You are the very life and soul of the place--how can you talk of going away! No, no!--not unless"--here he drew nearer and looked at her steadily and tenderly in the eyes--"not unless you will let me take you away!--just for a little while!--as a bridegroom takes a bride--on a honeymoon of love and sunshine and roses--" He stopped, deterred by her look of sadness. "Dear Robin," she said, very gently--"would you marry a girl who cannot love you as a wife should love? Won't you understand that if I could and did love you I should be happier than I am?--though now, even if I loved you with all my heart, I would not marry you. How could I? I am nothing--I have no name--no family--and can you think that I would bring shame upon you? No, Robin!--never! I know what your Uncle Hugo wishes--and oh!--if I could only make him happy I would do it!--but I cannot--it would be wrong of me--and you would regret it--" "I should never regret it," he interrupted her, quickly. "If you would be my wife, Innocent, I should be the proudest, gladdest man alive! Ah, dear!--do put all your fancies aside and try to realise what good you would be doing to the old man if he felt quite certain that you would be the little mistress of the old farm he loves so much--I will not speak of myself--you do not care for me!--but for him--" She looked up at him with a sudden light in her eyes. "Could we not pretend?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Why, pretend that we're engaged--just to satisfy him. Couldn't you make things easy for me that way?" "I don't quite understand," he said, with a puzzled air--"How would it make things easy?"