She was flushed with her stooping. Now a deeper flush rose beneath her colour, sinking it in a warmer glow that stained her exquisitely from throat to brow. The dark violet's shade was in her eyes; when her colour abated, the pale rose's delicacy might have been shamed against the fairness of her skin. She wore no hat; her soft brown locks unruled the ribbon at her neck, and the breeze stirred her hair in little waves about her temples. Her arms were bare where she had thrust her sleeves beneath her elbows. She stood poised, as one might say, upon the feet of surprise; and her lips were slightly parted, her gentle bosom seeming to hold her breath as though she feared the smallest sigh would waft away the sudden gladness that had caught it. She just whispered, "Roly!" "I'm caught in this da--infernal bush," Roly cried, struggling. "I wasn't to expect you for a week, you wrote." He began to writhe and wrench. "You needn't. I shall stay here forever, I believe." She gave the merriest laugh: "You're simply fixed!" "Wait till I get at you!" He tried and was more firmly held. "I say, what the _dickens_ has happened to me?" She put her hands together, enjoying his plight as a child that bends forward at a play. "You'll never get through there, Roly. You'll have to go back." He wrenched and struggled: "Go back! There's a great spike or something sticking into me!" His struggles broke a network of branches at his waist. A thorny bough sprang loose and whipped beneath his chin, forcing up his head. "Good Lord! Look here, Audrey, I shall cut my throat and bleed to death; or this dashed spike will come slick through my back in a minute and impale me!" "Roly! If you knew how funny you look!" Her tone, the way in which (as it presented itself to him) she "squirmed" with childlike glee, caused him to laugh the jolliest laugh. No quality of hers attracted him as this fresh and innocent and childlike happiness that was her first characteristic; in none he found so great delight as in the fount of innocence through whose fresh stream came all her thoughts and words like young things at play. He laughed the jolliest laugh: "Well, I've not come all the way from town just to look funny. I tell you, it's serious. I've never imagined such a fix. I'm dashed if I can move a finger now. Audrey, if you've got a woman's heart that feels, you'll help me out. This infernal thing under my chin--just move that and I'll show you how we fight in the dear old regiment--_Damn!_" "Oh, it has cut you!" she cried, all concern as a moment before she had been all glee.