"I didn't mean it for sentiment."
"No—I should think not! Quite the contrary, I should say."
"Quite," affirmed Fanny, gravely.
"Quite?"
"Yes—almost quite."
"Oh—'almost' quite?"
"It's the same thing."
"Not to me."
The young girl would not turn her attention from her horses, though in Lawrence's inexpert opinion she could have done so with perfect safety just then, and without impropriety. The most natural and innocent curiosity should have prompted her to look into his eyes for a moment, if only to see whether he were in earnest or not. He would certainly not have thought her a flirt if she had glanced kindly at him. But she looked resolutely at the horses heads.
"Here we are!" she exclaimed suddenly.
With a sharp turn to the left the buckboard swept through the open gate, the off horse breaking into a canter which Fanny instantly checked.
