"Why do you pass over this sweet flower? just in your path, too; I do not know its name, I am so little of a gardener, but I am sure it would grace your bouquet; see what delicate white blossoms it has." "Yes it is very pretty, but I have enough flowers, thank you." "You will not surely refuse to accept it," and at the same moment he severed it from its stem. "Will you give me the Camellia in exchange?" "No. I would rather not have it." "It is a pity I gathered it," and he threw it on the ground, and made as though he would have crushed it with his foot. "Do not do that," said Amy hastily; "give it to me, and I will place it with the other flowers in my bouquet." "But those flowers are for some one else, not for yourself. You said so; and I gathered this for you. Will you not have it?" "You have no right to offer it," replied Amy, determined not to be conciliated, "and I will only accept it on the terms I have said; if you will pull it to pieces I cannot help it." "No. I have not the heart to kill it so soon; I will keep it for some other fair lady less obdurate," and he opened the door to allow of her passing out. "I suppose we are both going the same way," said he, overtaking her, notwithstanding she had hurried on. "I am going home," replied Amy, now obliged to slacken her steps, and hardly knowing whether to feel angry or not. "So am I; if by home you mean Brampton House. How cold it is! are you not very lightly clad for such inclement weather? The cold is intense." "This shawl is warmer than it looks. We feel it cold just leaving the conservatory; it was so very warm there." "True; but we shall soon get not only warm, but out of breath if we hurry on at this pace." Amy smiled, and slackened her steps again. She felt she had been hurrying on very fast. "I think I saw you the day the Stricklands arrived?" Then as Amy looked at him enquiringly; he added, "you were coming up the long walk with the children and helped Miss Tremlow upstairs when she was able to leave the library." "I did," replied Amy, "but you? I do not remember you in the least. Oh! yes I do, you were at the horses' heads. Yes, I remember quite well now; it was you who first ran forward as they came up at that headlong pace and stopped them. How stupid of me not to recollect you again." "Not at all. I scarcely expected you would."