Then a tall
figure leaped the fence, and came to her with outstretched hand and an
unmistakable smile of pleasure.
"I've called at the Manor twice, and found you out; so I took to the
highway," said the voice gaily.
"My dear Seigneur," she answered, with mock gravity, "ancestors' habits
show in time."
"Come, that's severe, isn't it?"
"You have waylaid me in a lonely place, master highwayman!" she said,
with a torturing sweetness.
He had never seen her so radiantly debonnaire; yet her heart was full of
annoying anxiety.
"There's so much I want to say to you," he answered more seriously.
"So very much?"
"Very much indeed."
She looked up the road. "I can give you ten minutes," she said.
"Suppose we walk up and down under these trees. It is shady and quiet
here. Now proceed, monsieur. Is it my money or my life?"
"You are in a charming mood to-day."
"Which is more than I could say for you the last time we met. You
threatened, stormed, were childish, impossible to a degree."
His face became grave.
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