go, I'll stay."

She was smiling as she said it. But he did not smile. "Just as you
wish, of course. But you mustn't expect me to come running when you
crook your finger."

"I never expect things, but you'll come."

Perhaps she would not have been so sure if she could have looked into
his mind. The day that Becky had ridden away, hidden by the flaps of
the old surrey, the spark of his somewhat fickle interest had been
lighted, and the glimpse that he had had of her this morning had fanned
the spark into a flame.

"Did you say the old man's name is Bannister?" he asked Oscar as the
Judge's party passed them later on their way to their seats.

"Yes. Judge Bannister. I tried to buy his place before I decided on
Hamilton Hill. But he wouldn't sell. He said he wouldn't have any
place for his stuffed birds."

"Stuffed birds?"

"His hobby is the game birds of Virginia. He has a whole room of them.
I offered him a good price, but I suppose he'd rather starve than take
it."

The Judge's box was just above Oscar Waterman's. Becky, looking up,
saw Dalton's eyes upon her.