“Your little hands are much too frail for work.”
“They must grow larger, then, and soon.”
“Your feet are far too small to travel on.”
‚ÄúThey‚Äôll travel on to you‚ÅÝ‚Äîthat‚Äôs far enough.‚Äù
‚ÄúYour lips‚ÅÝ‚Äîyour full and purple lips‚ÅÝ‚Äîwere made alone for kissing, not for words.‚Äù
“They’ll do for both.”
He laughed in utter joy and touched her hair with light caressing hands.
“It does not fly with sunlight,” she said quickly, with an upward glance.
“No,” he answered. “It sits and listens to the night.”
But even as she nestled to him happily there came the harsh thunder of horses‚Äô hoofs, beating on their ears. He drew her quickly to him in fear, and the coach lurched and turned, and left them facing four pairs of eyes. Miss Taylor reddened; Mrs. ¬ÝGrey looked surprised; Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool smiled; but Mr. ¬ÝCresswell darkened with anger. The couple unclasped shamefacedly, and the young man, lifting his hat, started to stammer an apology; but Cresswell interrupted him:
‚ÄúKeep your‚ÅÝ‚Äîyour philandering to the woods, or I shall have you arrested,‚Äù he said slowly, his face colorless, his lips twitching with anger. ‚ÄúDrive on, John.‚Äù
Miss Taylor felt that her worst suspicions had been confirmed; but Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool was curious as to the cause of Cresswell‚Äôs anger. It was so genuine that it needed explanation.