haven't swerved like that since I first started to drive."
"Tell me about this important thing," she said a little nervously.
He smiled; and no woman yet born could see Hugh Drummond smile without smiling too.
"You darling!" he whispered, under his breath—"you adorable darling!" His arm closed around her, and almost before she realised it, she felt his lips on hers. For a moment she sat motionless, while the wonder of it surged over her, and the sky seemed more gloriously blue, and the woods a richer green. Then, with a little gasp, she pushed him away.
"You mustn't…oh! you mustn't, Hugh," she whispered.
"And why not, little girl?" he said exultingly. "Don't you know I love you?"
"But look, there's a man over there, and he'll see."
Hugh glanced at the stolid labourer in question, and smiled.
"Go an absolute mucker over the cabbages, what! Plant carrots by mistake." His face was still very close to hers. "Well?"
"Well, what?" she murmured.
"It's your turn," he whispered. "I love you, Phyllis—just love you."
"But it's only two or three days since we met," she said feebly.
"And phwat the divil has that got to do with it, at all?" he demanded. "Would I be wanting longer to decide such an obvious fact? Tell me," he went on, and she felt his arm round her again forcing her