Gallant or not, he was satisfied to carry Janet's letter.
As he went on in the moonlight he began to see that there were some grounds for his reluctance to indulge the girl.

He had thought about Miss Osborn often since he helped her across the stepping stones.

He had not hesitated then, and although the things were different, to dwell upon the incident was perhaps rasher than indulging Janet.

Miss Osborn had, no doubt, forgotten, but he had not.

The trouble was, he could not forget; his imagination pictured her vividly, sitting beneath the alders talking to him.
With something of an effort Kit pulled himself up.