But if she felt any pique she quickly brushed it out of sight, for, as I have said before, she was a young woman who had great command of herself.  Of course I said to her that I was very glad to have this chance of seeing her again, and she answered, with a laugh: 

“If you really are glad, you ought to thank the Burton girl.  This is one of my favorite walks.  The path runs along inside the wall for a considerable distance and then turns around the little hill over there, and so leads back to the house.  When I happened to look over the wall and saw you I was truly surprised.”

The ground was lower on the outside of the wall than on the inside, and as I stood and looked almost into the eyes of this girl, as she leaned with her arms upon the smooth top of the wall, the idea which the gardener’s wife put into my head came into it again.  This was a beautiful face, and the expression upon it was different from anything I had seen there before.  Her surprise had disappeared, her pique had gone, but a very great interest in the incident of my passing this spot at the moment of her being there was plainly evident.  As I gazed at her my blood ran warmer through my veins, and there came upon me a feeling of the olden time—­of the days when the brave cavalier rode up to the spot where, waiting for him, his lady sat upon her impatient jennet.

Without the least hesitation, I asked: 

“Do you ride a wheel?”

She looked wonderingly at me for a moment, and then broke into a laugh.

“Why on earth do you ask such a question as that?  I have a bicycle, but I am not a very good rider, and I never venture out upon the public road by myself.”

“You shouldn’t think of such a thing,” said I; and then I stood silent, and my mind showed me two young people, each mounted, not upon a swift steed, but upon a far swifter pair of wheels, skimming onward through the summer air, still rolling on, on, on, through country lanes and woodland roads, laughing at pursuit if they heard the trampling of eager hoofs behind them, with never a telegraph wire to stretch menacingly above them, and so on, on, on, their eyes sparkling, their hearts beating high with youthful hope.

Again, through the tender mists of the afternoon, I saw them returning from some secluded Gretna Green to bend their knees and bow their heads before the lord of the fair bride’s home.

When all this had passed through my brain, I wondered how such a pair would be received.  I knew the gardener and his wife would welcome them, to begin with; Brownster would be very glad to see them; and I believe the mother would stand with tears of joy and open arms, in whatever quiet room she might feel free to await them.  Moreover, when the sterner parent heard my tale and read my pedigree, might he not consider good name on the one side an equivalent for good money on the other?

I looked up at her; she did not ask me what I had been thinking about nor remark upon my silence.  She, too, had been wrapped in revery; her face was grave.  She raised her arms from the wall and stood up.