He laughed in slow contentment. "Perhaps; but I'd love you while
I did it."
"Oh, you would love me." She looked across under her long lashes,
not as boldly as she would have liked, and her gaze fell before
his. "I haven t heard before that that was in the compact you
proposed. I don't think you have remembered to mention it."
He swung from the saddle and put a hand to her bridle rein.
"Get down," he ordered.
"Why?"
"Because I say so. Get down."
She looked down at him, a man out of a thousand and for her one
out of a hundred million. Before she was conscious of willing it
she stood beside him. He trailed the reins of the ponies, and in
two strides came back to her.
"What--do you--want?"
"I want you. girl." His arm swept round her, and he held her
while he looked down into her shining eyes. "So I haven't told
you that I love you. Did you need to be told?"
"We must go on," she murmured weakly. "Frances and Lieutenant
O'Connor--"
"--Have their own love-affairs to attend to.
"We'll manage ours and not intrude."
"They might think--"
He laughed in deep delight. "--that we love each other.
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