"And now I suppose you will go and boast in the village taproom that you met the captain's cousin, and insulted her out in the wood." "Do you think I'm a fool, miss?" he said sharply. "Do you think I'd ever go and tell on a girl? Why, I shouldn't tell on a common servant or a farmer's lass, let alone on a handsome lady like you." "I don't believe you," she said, half turning away. "Yes, do, miss, please do," he cried earnestly, "you may trust me. I'd sooner go and hang myself than tell anybody--there!" She turned her eyes upon him, and her feeling of delight increased as she realised the truth of all that Caleb said. Then, as he looked up at her now, with the appealing, beseeching aspect of a dog in his countenance, she made a pretence of hesitating. "No," she said. "I'm afraid I cannot trust you." "Yes, do, miss, do." "If I do you will insult me again." "I didn't know it was insulting of you to love you," he said sullenly. "Then I tell you it was, sir. If you had waited it would have been different." He did not speak, but she could see that he was still feasting upon her with his eyes, and the worship in his looks was pleasant after Rolph's cold rebuffs. "Well," she cried, "why are you looking at me like that?" He started and smiled. "I can't help it," he said, "You are so different to every other girl I know." "Except Judith Hayle," she said contemptuously. "You're not like her a bit," he said thoughtfully. "She's very nice looking, and I used to think a deal of her." "Oh, yes, she's lovely," said Madge with a spiteful laugh. "Yes," said Caleb, thoughtfully, "so she is," and he stood looking at the girl without comprehending the sarcasm in her words. "But she hasn't got eyes like you have, and she isn't so white, and," he whispered, approaching her more closely, "if you'll only be kind to me, and smile at me like you did, and speak soft to me, I'll be like your dawg." He looked as if he would, and Marjorie saw it. She had been on the watch, expecting that he would seize her again, but nothing seemed further from his thoughts. It was exactly as he said--he was ready to be like her dog, and had she told him then, he would have cast himself at her feet, and let her plant her foot upon his neck in token of his subjugation. "Well," she said, "I think I will trust you." "You will?" he cried. "Yes, if you are obedient, and promise me that you will never dare to be so rude again." "I'll promise anything," he cried huskily, "but--" "But what, sir?" "You'll keep your word and pay me?" he said with a laugh. "Wait and see," she said indifferently. "I am going back now." "But how am I to tell you?" he said. "I shall be sure to know." "And how shall I see you again?" "You will not want to see me again," she said archly. "Not want to see you," he whispered. "Why, I'd go round the world, across the seas, anywhere, to hear you talk to me, and look at your eyes. Tell me when I shall see you again."