As she had hoped she would meet him she was prepared to some extent. She pulled up suddenly. But she misunderstood the first look in his upturned eyes.
“I’m sorry to seem to get in your way, but as you get in mine you will have to get used to the sight of me.” Safe up on her horse, gathering something from the life and magnetism of him, she felt snippy.
As he looked up at her something in her flushed and glowing face, in her exuberant health, in the way her uncovered head was set on her shoulders, with her hair in two long plaits hanging down her back, brought light back into his mind. And at her words the light flashing into his mind diffused itself over his face.
“Oh, Miss Carr, I wish ———” he began impulsively and stopped, remembering unpleasant things.
“Yes?” She stared down expectantly, surprised by his manner.
“Oh, it wasn’t anything.” He looked away from her, making a hopeless gesture with his shoulders.
To his astonishment, before he could move, she vaulted off her horse and stood before him. “Please finish that sentence,” she commanded.
She was surprised to see that he looked at her quite helplessly.
“You were going to ask me to do something for you. What was it?” More than her words her youth and her own particular glamour spoke for her.
“Why, how did you know that?” Some of the pain had gone from his eyes.
“When a person has a face as expressive as yours, well ———” She waved her hands. “I know what is the matter with you. The goblins have got you. Now what do you want me to do?”
She felt a quick sense of triumph as she saw the smile
