while she was evidently straining away from him. The next moment,
they sprang apart as Stapleton ran wildly towards them, his absurd
net dangling behind him. He gesticulated & almost danced with
excitement in front of the lovers, abusing Sir Henry, who seemed to
be offering explanations which became more angry as the other
refused to accept them. The lady stood by in haughty silence.
Finally, Stapleton turned upon his heel and beckoned in a
peremptory way to his sister.
The baronet stood for a minute looking after them, and then he walked
slowly back the way he had come, his head hanging, the very picture
of dejection.  I ran down the hill to meet him, deeply ashamed to
have witnessed so intimate a scene without my friend's knowledge.
For an instant, his eyes blazed at me, but then he laughed
