FOURTEENRENE turned white but his head shot up, and I was proud and glad that he was my first lover. He glanced toward the approaching foe, then turned his head to smile at me. When Jeffery was about fifty paces off, he looked at him again, then rose leisurely. His posture did not appear awkward as he waited and although his eyes were shining with excitement, he held his own well. I remained seated.
I noticed first that Jeffery was dressed in hard tweeds and wore a short-brimmed, low-crowned hunting hat. His boots and breeches were bedaubed with mud well above the knee, and from the rumpled state of his clothes I was sure that he had traveled fast and not taken them off last night. His eagle countenance had never been more impressive, not handsome and yet barely falling short of beautiful
