"I must not remain longer." "Only for one moment," pleaded John.
"No," the girl responded, "I--I may, perhaps, bring the key when I come again.

I am glad, Sir John, that you came to meet me this evening." She courtesied, and then hurried away toward Haddon Hall.

Twice she looked backward and waved her hand, and John stood watching her through the bars till her form was lost to view beneath the crest of Bowling Green Hill.
"'I brought this key, thinking that you might wish to unlock the gate and come to this side,'" muttered John, quoting the girl's words.

"Compared with you, John Manners, there is no other fool in this world." Then meditatively: "I wonder if she feels toward me as I feel toward her?
Surely she does.

What other reason could bring her here to meet me unless she is a brazen, wanton creature who is for every man." Then came a jealous thought that hurt him like the piercing of a knife.