"At what cottage?"
"Mrs. Burke's,--not far from the station."
"May I come to see you there?"
Herminia's clear brown eyes gazed down at him, all puzzlement.
"Why, surely," she answered; "I shall be delighted to see you!"
She paused for a second. "We agree about so many things," she went
on; "and it's so rare to find a man who can sympathize with the
higher longings in women."
"When are you likeliest to be at home?" Alan asked.
"In the morning, after breakfast,--that is, at eight o'clock,"
Herminia answered, smiling; "or later, after lunch, say two or
thereabouts."
"Six weeks," Alan repeated, more to himself than to her. Those six
week were precious. Not a moment of them must be lost. "Then I
think," he went on quietly, "I shall call tomorrow."
A wave of conscious pleasure broke over Herminia's cheek, blush
rose on white lily; but she answered nothing. She was glad this
kindred soul should seem in such a hurry to renew her acquaintance.