DAPHNE
virile beauty; eyes, hair, and skin seemed all of one golden brown. He walked as if his very steps were joyous, and his whole personality seemed to radiate an atmosphere of firm content. The girl's face was puzzled as she studied him. This look of simple happiness was not familiar in New York.
They strode on side by side, over the slopes where the girl had lost her way. Every moment added to her sense of trust.
"I am afraid I startled you," she said, "coming up so softly."
"No," he answered smiling. "I knew that you were behind the ilex."
"You couldn't see!"
"I have ways of knowing."
He helped her courteously over the one stone wall they had to climb, but, though she knew that he was watching her, he made no attempt to talk. At last they reached the ilex grove above the villa, and Daphne recognized home.
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