Lucan surprised sometimes her gaze riveted upon him with a painful and almost fierce expression.

One day she repelled with sullen rudeness the hand he offered to assist her in alighting from her horse or in climbing over a fence.

She seemed to avoid every occasion of finding herself alone with him, and when she could not escape a tete-a-tete of a few moments, she manifested either restless irritation or mocking impertinence.

Lucan fancied she reproached herself sometimes with belying too much her former sentiments, and that she thought she owed it to herself to give them from time to time a token of fidelity.

He was grateful to her, however, for reserving for himself alone these equivocal manifestations, and for not troubling her mother with them.