For a second or two he held his breath, stunned by the amazing
loveliness that was revealed to him. Then she discovered him standing
there.
He was never to forget the expression that came into her eyes; nor had
he ever seen eyes so blue. Alarm gave way to bewilderment as she
stared at the motionless intruder not thirty feet away. Then, to his
utter astonishment, her lips parted and a faint, wondering smile came
into her eyes. His heart leaped. She recognised him!
In a flash he realised that he was face to face with the stranger of
the day before,--she of the veil, the alluring voice, the unfaltering
spirits, and the weighty handbag!
He took two or three impulsive steps forward, his hand going to his
hat,--and then halted. Evidently his senses had deceived him. There
was no smile in her eyes,--and yet he could have sworn that it was
there an instant before. Instead, there was a level stare.
"I am sorry if I startled--" he began.
The figure of a man appeared, as if discharged bodily from some magic
tree-trunk, and stood directly in his path: A tall, rugged man in
overalls was he, who held a spade in his hand and eyed him inimically.
Without another glance in his direction, the first and more pleasing
vision turned on her heel and continued her stroll, sauntering off to
the right, her fair head once more bent in study, her back eloquently
indifferent to the gaze that followed her.
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