The flush deepened in her face, and he felt a slight trembling under his fingers like the breast of a frightened bird.
"Blossom," he repeated, half mocking, half tender, "do you think you will ever like me better than you like Mr.Mullen ?" At this her rustic pride came suddenly between them, and withdrawing her arm from his clasp, she stepped out of the bridle path into the wet orchard grass that surrounded them.
"I've known him so much longer," she replied.
"And if you know me longer will you like me better, Blossom ?" Then as she still drew back, he pressed nearer, and spoke her name again in a whisper.
"Blossom--Blossom, are you afraid of me?
Do you think I would hurt you ?" The gentleness in his voice stayed her flight for an instant, and in that instant, as she looked up at him, he stooped quickly and kissed her mouth.
"What a damned ass I've made of myself," he thought savagely, when she broke from him and fled over the mill brook into the Revercombs' pasture beyond.

She did not look back, but sped as straight as a frightened hare to the covert; and by this brilliant, though unconscious coquetry, she had wrested the victory from him at the moment when it had appeared to fall too easily into his hands.
"Well, it's all right now.

I'll take better care in the future," he thought, his self-reproach extinguished by the assurance that, after all, he had done nothing that justified the intrusion of his conscience.
"By Jove, she's a beauty--but she's not my kind all the same," he added as he strolled leisurely homeward--for like many persons whose moral standard exceeds immeasurably their ordinary rule of conduct, he cherished somewhere in an obscure corner of his brain an image of perfection closely related to the type which he found least alluring in reality.

Humanly tolerant of those masculine weaknesses he shared, he had erected mentally a pinnacle of virtue upon which he exacted that a frailer being should maintain an equilibrium.

A pretty woman, it was true, might go at a merry pace provided she was not related to him, but he required that both his mother and his aunt should be above suspicion.
In earlier days he had had several affairs of sentiment with ladies to whom he declined to bow if he happened to be walking with a member of his family; and this fine discrimination was characteristic of him, for it proved that he was capable of losing his heart in a direction where he would refuse to lift his hat.
At the late breakfast to which he returned, he found Mr.Chamberlayne, who had ridden over from Applegate to consult with Kesiah.