The 'I wonder' rang sweetly in his head. It was as delicate a way of confessing, “I love you with all my soul,” as could be imagined. Extremely refined young ladies could hardly have improved upon it, saving with the angelic shades of sentiment familiar to them.
Convinced that he had now heard enough for his vanity, Wilfrid returned emphatically to the tone of the world's highroad.
“By the way,” he said, “you mustn't have any exaggerated idea of this night's work. Remember, also, I have to share the honours with Captain Gambier.”
“Are you not cold?” he asked, for a diversion, though he had one of her hands.
He could not quit them abruptly: nor could he hold both without being drawn to her.
“What is it you say?” Wilfrid whispered: “men kiss us when we are happy. Is that right? and are you happy?”
She lifted a clear full face, to which he bent his mouth. Over the flowering hawthorn the moon stood like a windblown white rose of the heavens. The kiss was given and taken. Strange to tell, it was he who drew away from it almost bashfully, and with new feelings.
Quite unaware that he played the feminine part, Wilfrid alluded to her flight from Richford, with the instinct to sting his heart by a revival of his jealous sensations previously experienced, and so taste the luxury of present satisfaction.
“Why did you run away from me?” he said, semi-reproachfully.
“Would you not break a promise to stay with me?”
“You have lost your harp by it,” said Wilfrid.
“What do you think of me for not guessing--not knowing who sent it?” she returned. “I feel guilty of something all those days that I touched it, not thinking of you. Wicked, filthy little creature that I was! I despise ungrateful girls.”
“I detest anything that has to do with gratitude,” Wilfrid appended, “pray give me none. Why did you go away with Captain Gambier?”
“I was very fond of him,” she replied unhesitatingly, but speaking as it were with numbed lips. “I wanted to tell him, to thank him and hold his hand. I told him of my promise. He spoke to me a moment in the garden, you know. He said he was leaving to go to London early, and would wait for me in the carriage: then we might talk. He did not wish to talk to me in the garden.”