And at the last word, as she hardly resisted him, he kissed her.
It was growing cold even in the sheltered garden, now that the late autumn sun was descending in the sky, and the wind was rising and sending the red leaves fluttering from the boughs of the trees to the earth. But they never heeded it: they would have gone on sitting on that terrace, and walking round and round those flower-beds, for an hour and more, had not Parson Langney's voice presently startled them by calling—
"Joan, Joan, my lass, where art thou?"
The girl gave one frightened glance at her lover, forbade him to follow her and speak to her father till she had prepared the way, and fled away like an arrow from a bow.
Happy and excited with the joy of successful love, Tregenna was sauntering round the house towards a side-gate out of the park, when Ann's voice startled him.
He knew not whence she had sprung; but she was looking at him from out a clump of bushes with a strange smile on her pallid face.
As he started, she burst into a low, mocking laugh.
