I was a brute, thinking only of myself." He seated himself near her, and stole a glance at her face.

Their eyes met, and he looked away.

He thought her quite beautiful.
To break the silence, she asked, a little tone of politeness coming into her voice: "May I inquire what your name is?
I am Miss Yorke--Miss Alice Yorke," she added, intending to make him feel at ease.
"Gordon Keith is my name.

Where are you from ?" His manner was again perfectly easy.
"From New York." "I thought you were." She fancied that a little change came over his face and into his manner, and she resented it.

She looked down the hill.