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 "You forget how early it is; no, I have not seen anybody. If you came to see Mrs. Fallow-Deer, you will have to wait; she may come down at ten." She was piqued at his queer, cool manner.

"No, I did not come to see Mrs. Fallow-Deer, or anybody but yourself. Come and take a drive with me."

"What? Before breakfast?"

"Yes; are you so hungry? We will drive to Finley's and get some grapes. It is a perfect day, and besides I want to see you, Gladys, for a few minutes. Come."

"I should like to—only I don't suppose I ought—I suppose you know, Cid—"

"Oh yes, I know all about what has happened in my absence. Run and get your hat, child, and take a drive with me."

"Well, I will, Cid." She plucked a rose bud from a bush which his careless feet had crushed the night before, and held it out to him, and then picked up the crumpled newspaper.