"Why, is she—?"
"Like a wild thing—disobedient, and insolent."
"Ha!"
The father sounded abstract.
"No more foreign governesses for me."
Maurice stirred, and looked up at the girl.
"You stand up?" she asked brightly. "You well?"
He laughed again, showing his teeth winsomely. She lifted his head, sprung to her feet, her hands still holding his head, then she took him under the armpits and had him on his feet before anyone could help. He was much taller than she. He grasped her strong shoulders heavily, leaned against her, and, feeling her round, firm breast doubled up against his side, he smiled, catching his breath.
"You see I'm all right," he gasped. "I was only winded."
"You all raïght?" she cried, in great glee.
"Yes, I am."
He walked a few steps after a moment.
"There's nowt
