I broke off and took her small, brown hand. Up went the dark
eyebrows.

"I shouldn't like you to think that I thought you wanted to kiss
me," she said.

"I think nothing," said I. "But one thing I know."

"And that is?"

"That it would be a crime if I didn't. The very stones would cry
out."

"I don't think they would."

"I'm afraid they might," said I.



CHAPTER III

WHEN IT WAS DARK


Daphne pointed suddenly to the stile. "This is it," she said.
"We get over here and go across the meadow, and there's the wood
beyond the gate that we've got to- to- what's the word?"

"Encompass?" I hazarded.