“As your man Glyde tried to drag you, my dear! Well, that's one way of accounting for old Senhouse, certainly. I don't know that _that_ would have stood in the light, after the way she behaved. Notoriety! She managed that for herself.” “Then--” she began, but did not finish. She stopped, looked sharply about her, out of window, across the room, seemed to be listening to something, or for something. Then she said, “I see.” For the rest of the evening she was very quiet, burning in a hidden fire. Here was Saturday, and to-morrow she should see him again--the man who had loved her so much that he had never kissed her. Love such as that, rendered in kisses, was unthinkable. She knew that she must not think of it, though she could not help her dreams. But there was no fear. The man who had not dared to kiss her when he might should find that she was worthy of such high honour. Through the strings blew the wind from the south-west. “I love him--I shall see him to-morrow--I shall never tell him so--but he will read it in my eyes. He never kissed me when he might--he will not do it now when he must not. I am a fool, a fool, a fool! Thank God, I am a fool again!” II “I fancy,” said Chevenix, as they breasted the down, “that to the candid observer we present a very pretty sight. He's not here, but I wish he were. A free-moving young lady--this is my idea--a Diana of the Uplands--wasn't there a picture of the name?--going to see an emancipated party of the Open Road, with a chain round her heart, in the custody of a gentleman-friend.” She took him on his own terms. “Explain your idea. What, for instance, is in the gentleman-friend's custody? The chain or the heart? Because, I assure you--” “A truce,” said Chevenix, “to your assurances. What I mean is this. It's jolly decent of Nevile to let you off. I don't know how he can bear you out of his sight after the way he's behaved.” She was in high spirits. She laughed at the vision of Nevile, deeply contrite and afraid that she would find him out. “I don't think Nevile cares much, whatever I may do.” But Chevenix shook his head. “You never know where to have Nevile. What says the Primer? _Timeo Danaos_--don't you know?” She pleaded, Might they not forget Nevile out here in the open? “Do you know,” she asked him, “that I haven't been out like this--” “On the loose, eh?” he interposed. She nodded.