'Oh, no. Just tell about the time you saw him first, and what he said
to you, and you to him.'
But that first time, in church, he only looked at me, and the second
time, out in the woods, I ran away! But two days after that, Aunt
Constance had a dinner party, and the Foxhills came, and with
them--Michael. I saw that same glow of adoration on his face, and I was
afraid to let him see my eyes lest he should catch an answering look in
them.
After dinner I slipped away into the Great Hall alone.