He is a study who will
repay you. The most whimsical cynic, as well as one of the greatest
scholars I have ever come across in my life. I promised him to-day that
I would persuade you to let me take you to see him."
"How enchanting," she replied with enthusiasm. "And we must make him
come here. When shall we go? To-morrow?"
"No, I said Monday or Tuesday--with your permission," and he bent over
her with caressing homage.
"Of course--when you will. That, then, is where you were this morning.
But how did you get back through the park?" she asked. "There is no
opening at that side whatever. It is all blocked by the wicked La Sarthe
Chase."
"I came round the edge," he said, and felt annoyed--he hated lying--"and
then turned upwards. I wanted to see the boundaries."
"I hate boundaries," she laughed. "I always want to overstep them."
"There is the chance of being caught in snares."
"Which adds to the excitement," and she allowed her radiant eyes to seek
his with a challenge.
He was not slow to take it up.
"Enchantress," he whispered softly, "it is you whose charm lays snares
for men.
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