There they rested a moment, then dropped again,
without rising higher.
"Yes," said Mrs. Parker Bangs, "are you playing around with Mr.
Dalmain to-morrow forenoon, Miss Champion?"
Jane suddenly flushed crimson, and then was furious with herself for
blushing, and hated the circumstances which made her feel and act so
unlike her ordinary self. She hesitated during the long dreadful
moment. How dared Garth behave in that way? People would think there
was something unusual about her gown. She felt a wild impulse to
stoop and look at it herself to see whether his kiss had
materialised and was hanging like a star to the silken hem. Then she
forced herself to calmness and answered rather brusquely: "I am not
golfing to-morrow; but you could not do better than go to the links.
Good-night, Mrs. Parker Bangs. Sleep well, Miss Lister. Good-night,
Dal."
Garth was on the step below them, handing Pauline's aunt a letter
she had dropped.
"Good-night, Miss Champion," he said, and for one instant his eyes
met hers, but he did not hold out his hand, or appear to see hers
half extended.
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