windows looked. The night
outside was still and veiled, but of the flash of white he was
certain--and of a step on the gravel.

Something fell beside him, thrown from outside. He picked it up, and
found a flower weighted by a stone, tied into a fold of ribbon.

"Madcap!" he said to himself, his heart beating to suffocation.

Then he stole out of his room, and down a small, winding staircase which
led directly to the garden and a door beside the orangery. He had to
unbolt the door, and as he did so a dog in one of the basement rooms
began to bark. But there could be no flinching, though the whole thing
was of an imprudence which pricked his conscience. To slip along the
shadowed side of the orangery, to cross the space of clouded light
beyond, and gain the darkness of the ilex avenue beyond was soon done.
Then he heard a soft laugh, and a little figure fled before him. He
followed and overtook.

Kitty Bristol turned upon him.

"Didn't I throw straight?" she said, triumphantly. "And they say girls
can't throw."

"But why did you throw at all?" he said, capturing her hand.

"Because I wanted to talk to you. And I was restless and couldn't sleep.
Why did you never come and talk to me this afternoon? And why"--she beat
her foot angrily--"did you let me go and play billiards alone with Mr.
Cliffe?"

"Let you!" cried Ashe. "As if anybody could have prevented you!"

"One sees, of course, that you detest Mr. Cliffe," said the whiteness
beside him.

"I didn't come here to talk about Geoffrey Cliffe. I <i>won't</i> talk about
him! Though, of course, you must know--"

"That I flirted with him abominably all the afternoon? <i>C'est
vrai--c'est ab-sol-ument vrai!</i> And I shall always want to flirt with
him, wherever I am--and whatever I may be doing."

"Do as you please," said Ashe, dryly, "but I think you will get tired."

"No, no--he excites me! He is bad, false, selfish, but he excites me. He
talks to very few women--one can see that. And all the women want to
talk to him. He used to admire Miss Lyster, and now he dislikes her. But
she doesn't dislike him. No! she would marry him to-morrow if he asked
her."

"You are very positive," said Ashe. "Allow me to say that I entirely
disagree with you."

"You don't know anything about her," said the teasing voice.

"She is my cousin, mademoiselle."

"What does that matter? I know much more than you do, though I have only
seen her two days. I know that--well, I am a