264 IN A WINTER CITY.
The tears sprang into her eyes, and the music
of his voice thriUed through her.
She did not care to wait for the words that
she knew would foUow as his fingers stole and
clasped hers close, and she felt on her the gaze
she did not dare to meet. She rose, and
glanced to the west.
" The sun is just gone behind the hiUs. I
shaU be late. WiU you teU them to bring me
He rose, too, and did not oppose her departure.
" I rode here myself, fortunately," he said.
" You must aUow me to go with you into
Floralia; the roads are bad and hard to find,"
They brought Said out of the great wooden
sweet-smelUng outhouse, and he raised her in
sUence to her saddle. He gave her a Uttle knot
of the fragrant leafless calycanthus with a few
sprays of myrtle; she put it in her bosom; it
was afready dusk, and he saw the softened dim¬
ness of her eyes.
They rode down together in the decUning Ught
through the winding ways of the outlying
country into the town ; it was quite dark when