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She was close upon the gate when he opened it and came through. His face
looked as if it had been suddenly struck with a bright light as he saw
her. But he hesitated a moment before he spoke. He was still putting
constraint on himself.
She saw the sudden bright look, and the change, and it moved her
profoundly. She was rather taken by surprise too, for she had not
expected to see him, though she had come down through the park with no
other purpose. But she smiled at him and said: "Here I am, you see,
waiting for you."
Was it an invitation? He couldn't tell. He had not been prepared for it.
He smiled at her in return. "You won't often have to wait for me," he
said. "If I had thought you would be out so early I would have motored
over."
Then she turned, and they walked slowly back towards the house together.
At first both of them were at a loss what to say.
She slipped her hand into his arm. It came natural to her to do so; it
was so she walked with her father, and she no longer felt afraid of
Dick; He was dependent on her, and he was her friend.
He flushed under his brown skin, and looked down at her. She was not
wearing her hat with the broad brim to-day, and he could see her face.
Since he had gained her promise he had seen it excited, merry, pleased
sometimes, sometimes it had hurt him to think a little frightened, and
once, as it had thrilled him all through the night to remember,
appealing. But he had not seen it smooth and calm as it was now. The
attitude of both of them seemed to be reversed. It was she who was sure
of herself, and he who was in perturbation.
"We'll have a long day together," she said. "We'll do whatever you like.
Would you like to fish? If so, I'll be your gillie. I often land Dad's
fish for him, and I know exactly what to do."
All he said was, "Yes, I should like that," but his voice trembled, and
his happiness was almost too much for him. She was offering him that
sweet confiding companionship which he had thought he would only attain
to through long and troubled effort, when by difficult repression of his
strong desires he should have taught her that she might safely give it
to him. If he could have it now, offered to him of her own free-will,
surely the rest would come! But he could wait; he could wait for a long
time if he might have this.
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