Yet he let her know nothing of this in what he said.
"So here you are, after all! I thought I should find you here."
She had not heard him come and was startled into a cry.
"You!" she gasped, and lifted eyes in which the telltale signs of tears
were still quite evident, so evident that, with a woman's instinct to
hide them, she caught up the necklace and held it toward him.
"See what I've found!" she exclaimed.
But he paid no heed. Instead, manlike, he proceeded, quite
unconsciously, to say the one thing that could hurt her most.
"I looked for you at the hotel first, then I came on up here. I knew you
wouldn't go till I came!"
The color that had flooded her face at the sound of his voice faded
again. She was quite white as she asked quietly:
"How could you know I would stay?"
He laughed easily, settling himself confidently on the moss at her side.
"Because I hadn't paid you yet," he answered gaily. "Don't you think
that was clever of me, Wildenai?"
"I would rather you did not call me that," she told him coldly, "It
sounds irreverent." And she dropped her eyes, which had filled again
miserably, to the film of white in her lap. Then, with a pitiful attempt
to hurt him in return: "Of course you realize that I really don't know
much about you.
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