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"Don't I look it? I couldn't possibly have anything more suitable than

this tweed coat and skirt. It doesn't matter how wet it gets. It won't

spoil."

"I was thinking about your own comfort, not of the clothes. You never

carry an umbrella with you, I notice!"

"I can't be bothered! Showers are such an everyday occurrence up here,

that one would be doing nothing else. I rather like the feel of the

rain on my face, and besides,"--she laughed mischievously, "it's good

for the complexion!"

"Is that so?" he asked gravely, his dark eyes dwelling on the soft,

rounded cheeks, which grew a shade more pink beneath his gaze. Suddenly

his lips twitched, with the one-sided, humorous smile which brought the

youth into his face. "I don't think the need in that direction is so

pressing that it could not be postponed with advantage, for to-day at

least. Do you mind walking fairly quickly? I shall feel more

comfortable when we are nearer home."

Margot was serenely indifferent whether it rained or not, but none the

less she appreciated the Editor's care for her welfare, which showed

itself in a dozen little graceful acts during the first part of their

walk. For one unaccustomed to women's society he was marvellously

observant, and Margot felt a sweeter satisfaction in being so protected

than in all her former independence. They climbed the hillside which

led to the moor and set out radiantly to traverse the grey expanse; grey

and cheerless to-day in very deed, with a thick, blanket-like dampness

in the atmosphere of which dwellers in southern climes are happily

ignorant.

George Elgood turned up the collar of his coat, and Margot thrust her

hands into her pockets, shivering slightly the while, but neither made

any complaint in words. As usual, it was left to Margot to do most of

the talking; but though her companion's responses were short, they were

yet so sympathetic and appreciative, that there was never any difficulty

in finding a fresh subject. Like most couples with whom friendship is

fast making way for a warmer emotion, personal topics were the most

appreciated, and what was happening in the world--the discoveries of

science, the works of the great writers--palled in interest before

sentences beginning with, "I think," and, "Do you think?"

"I wish--"

"Have you ever wished--?"

They looked at each other as they spoke, with bright, questioning

glances, which seemed ever to hail some precious new discovery of mind,

drawing them closer and closer together. The hour of enchantment had

come, when they moved in a world of their own, unconscious of external

accidents. The moisture hung in dewdrops on the Editor's cap, Margot's

hair curled damply on her forehead; but they felt neither cold nor

discomfort. It was unusually dark for the time of day, and had grown

mysteriously darker during the last half-hour; but visitors to the

Highlands become philosophically resigned to sudden and unpleasant

atmospheric changes, and fall into the way of ignoring them as far as

possible.