Gentleman pressed my hand once, then let it fall. He said, ''Of course, she could not help but be good—I should say, no girl could help but be good, Miss Lilly—with you as her example.''
Her colour had gone down. Now it rose again. ''You are too kind,'' she said.
He shook his head and bit at his lip. ''No gentleman could but be,'' he murmured, ''with you to be kind to,''
Now his cheeks were pink as hers. I should say he must have had a way of holding his breath to make the blood come. He kept his eyes upon her, and at last she gazed at him and smiled; and then she laughed.
And I thought then, for the first time, that he had been right. She was handsome, she was very fair and slight—I knew it, seeing her stand beside him with her eyes on his.
Pigeons and geese. The great clock sounded, and they started and looked away. Gentleman said he had kept her too long. ''I shall see you at supper, I hope, with your uncle?''
''With my uncle, yes,'' she said quietly.
He made her a bow, and went to the door; then, when he was almost out of it he seemed to remember me, and went through a kind of pantomime, of patting at his pockets, looking for coins. He came up with a shilling, and beckoned me close to take it.$思$兔$網$文$檔$共$享$與$在$線$閱$讀$