THE HAUGHTYSHIRE HUNT. 



173 



the direction of the lady's right. At last (accidentally, of course) 

 they touched. His clasped hers — very gently, so as not to alarm 

 her — and it didn't — and whilst in this attitude. Travers said — 

 "Wouldn't 3'ou Uhc me to come in the carriage Nvith 3^ou if 

 I said that 1 pvefcyycd it to hunting? " and he threw a glance 



TRAVERS AND LUTY. 



at her which was meant for impassioned love, but which 

 looked more like congenital idiotcy. 



"Would you prefer it — truthfully'?" she murmured, not 

 withdrawing her hand. 



"Oh, rather ! — I mean, yes — with you ! " 



And how far matters might have progressed we know not, 



