and neck, but she did not lower her lovely candid eyes. "Perhaps some day,
some summer day at Westover, it will all be different," she breathed, and
turned away.

Haward caught her hand, and bending pressed his lips upon it. "It is
different now!" he cried. "Next week I shall come to Westover!"

He led her back to the great chair, and presently she asked some question
as to the house at Fair View. He plunged into an account of the cases of
goods which had followed him from England by the Falcon, and which now lay
in the rooms that were yet to be swept and garnished; then spoke lightly
and whimsically of the solitary state in which he must live, and of the
entertainments which, to be in the Virginia fashion, he must give. While
he talked she sat and watched him, with the faint smile upon her lips. The
sunshine left the floor and the wall, and a dankness from the long grass
and the closing flowers and the heavy trees in the adjacent churchyard
stole into the room. With the coming of the dusk conversation languished,
and the two sat in silence until the return of the Colonel.

If that gentleman did not light the darkness like a star, at least his
entrance into a room invariably produced the effect of a sudden accession
of was lights, very fine and clear and bright. He broke a jest or two,
bade laughing farewell to the master of Fair View, and carried off his
daughter upon his arm. Haward walked with them to the gate, and came back
alone, stepping thoughtfully between the lilac bushes.

It was not until Juba had brought candles, and he had taken his seat at
table before the half-emptied bottle of wine, that it came to Haward that
he had wished to tell Evelyn of the brown girl who had run for the guinea,
but had forgotten to do so.