"To walk with you. Why do you speak to me in German?"

"Because it is my pleasure to do so, and I never asked you to walk
with me. You are wanted in the drawing-room, you had better go back."

"No, I won't go, Hilda; that is, not until you have promised me
something."

"Do not call me Hilda, if you please. I am the Fraulein von
Holtzhausen. What is it you want me to promise?"

"I want you to meet me this evening at nine o'clock in the summer-
house."

"I think, Mr. Caresfoot, that you are forgetting a little what is due
to me, to yourself, and--to Miss Lee?"

"What do you mean by due to Miss Lee?"

"Simply that she is in love with you, and that you have encouraged her
in her affection; you need not contradict me, she tells me all about
it."

"Nonsense, Hilda; if you will meet me to-night, I will explain
everything; there is no need for you to be jealous."

She swept round upon him, tossing her head, and stamping her dainty
foot upon the gravel.

"Mr. Caresfoot," she said, "once and for all I am not jealous, and I