"Show me," he said, and he threw himself down beside her. She gathered them up into bundles, and tied them with a long stem of fern, and he tried to do the same, but his hands, white and slender as they were, were not so deft as hers, and he held the huge bundle to her. "You must tie it," he said. She laughed and put the fern round, but it broke, and the primroses fell in a golden shower over their hands. They both made a grasp at them, and their hands met. For a moment Stella laughed, then the laugh died away, for he still held her hand, and the warmth of his grasp seemed stealing upward to her heart. With something like an effort she drew her hand away, and sprang to her feet. "I--I must go," she said. "Uncle will wonder where I have gone," and she looked down at the water with almost frightened eagerness. "He will know you are here, quite safe," he said. "Wait, do not go this moment. Up there, above our heads, we can see the river stretching away for miles. It is not a step; will you come?" She hesitated a moment, then she turned and walked beside him between the trees. A step or two, as he said, and they reached a sort of plateau, crowned by a moss-grown rock, in which some rough steps were hewn. He sprang up the steps and reached the top, then bent down and held out his hand. Stella hesitated a moment. "It will repay your trouble; come," he said, and she put her hand in his and her foot on the first step, and he drew her up beside him. "Look!" he said. An exclamation of delight broke from Stella's lips. "You are not sorry you came?" "I did not think it would be so lovely," she said. He stood beside her, not looking at the view, but at her dark eyes dilating with dreamy rapture--at her half-parted lips, and the sweet, clear-cut profile presented to him. She turned suddenly, and to hide the look of admiration he raised his hand and pointed out the objects in the view. "And what is that little house there?" asked Stella. "That is one of the lodges," he said. "One of the lodges--one of your own lodges, you mean?" she asked. He nodded lightly, "Yes." "And all this between here and that lodge belongs to you?" "No, not an inch," he said, laughing. "To my father." "It is a great deal," she said. "Too much for one man, you think?" he said, with a smile. "A great many other people think so too. I don't know what you would think if you knew how much we Wyndwards have managed at one time or the other to lay our acquiring grasp on. This is one of our smallest estates," he said, simply. Stella looked at the view dreamily. "One of the smallest? Yes, I have heard that you are very rich. It must be very nice." "I don't know," he said. "You see one cannot tell until one has been poor. I don't think there is anything in it. I don't think one is any the happier. There is always something left to long for." She turned her dark eyes on him with a smile of incredulity. "What can you possibly have to long for?" she said.