and read:

Don't be a fool. For God's sake, have some sense and keep away
from King's Highway.

I laughed, and Miss King looked up inquiringly. Following an impulse I've
never yet been able to classify, I showed her the note.

She read it calmly--I might say indifferently. "He is quite right," she
said coldly. "I, too--if I cared enough--would advise you to keep away
from King's Highway."

"But you don't care enough to advise me, and so I shall go," I said--and
I had the satisfaction of seeing her teeth come down sharply on her lower
lip. I waited a minute, watching her.

"You're very foolish," she said icily, and went at her sketching again.

I waited another minute; during that time she succeeded in making the pass
look weird indeed, and a fearsome place to enter. I got reckless.

"You've spoiled that sketch," I said, stooping and taking it gently from
her. "Give it to me, and it shall be a flag of truce with which I shall
win my way through unscathed."

She started to her feet then, and her anger was worth facing for the glow
it brought to eyes and cheeks, and the tremble that came to her lips.

"Mr. Carleton, you are perfectly detestable!" she cried.