made to snivel too, just because I shan't see a little girl any more whom
I never met--till yesterday."

These last words came out with a gulp, and what is more, two tears came
with them and trickled down his nose.

For a moment they sat thus looking at each other pitifully, and--the truth
must be told--weeping, both of them. Then something got the better of
Richard, let us call it primeval instinct, so that he put his arms about
Rachel and kissed her, after which they continued to weep, their heads
resting upon each other's shoulders. At length he let her go and stood up,
saying argumentatively:

"You see now we are really friends."

"Yes," she answered, again rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand for
lack of a pocket handkerchief in the fashion that on the previous day had
so irritated her father, "but I don't know why you should kiss me like
that, just because you are my friend, or" she added with an outburst of
truthfulness, "why I should kiss you."

Richard stood over her frowning and reflecting. Then he gave up the
problem as beyond his powers of interpretation, and said:

"You remember that rubbish you dreamt just now, about my being tied to a
tree and the rest of it? Well, it wasn't nice, and it gives me the creeps
to think of it, like the lions outside the cave. But I want to tell you
that I hope it is true, for then we shall meet again, if it is only to say
good-night."