"I," said Ingleby with a little grave smile, "was your very willing
bondsman ever so long ago."
The hot flush had faded from his face, and the girl swept her skirt
aside, and made room for him beside her. There was, she knew, no fear of
his again breaking through the restraint he had laid upon himself. She
was, however, not altogether pleased at this, for while it was evident
that his attitude was warranted, the self-command which now
characterized it was not quite what she had expected. It scarcely
appeared natural under the circumstances.
"Well," she said, "we will let it be so, and I have something to tell
you. I am going to Vancouver for the winter. In fact, I should have left
already but for the snow."