He is a man and he will think I followed him down there, that I was thinking of--that--Oh!" cried Betty, passionately, and then she strode into the house, slammed the door, and left the Colonel, lost in wonder.
"Humph! These women beat me.

I can't make them out, and the older I grow the worse I get," he said, as he led the pony into the stable.
Betty ran up-stairs to her room, her head in a whirl stronger than the surprise of Alfred's unexpected appearance in Fort Henry and stronger than the mortification in having been discovered going to a spot she should have been too proud to remember was the bitter sweet consciousness that his mere presence had thrilled her through and through.

It hurt her and made her hate herself in that moment.

She hid her face in shame at the thought that she could not help being glad to see the man who had only trifled with her, the man who had considered the acquaintance of so little consequence that he had never taken the trouble to write her a line or send her a message.
She wrung her trembling hands.

She endeavored to still that throbbing heart and to conquer that sweet vague feeling which had crept over her and made her weak.