Publisher's Synopsis
"Just consider! You would soon get to hate me. I should be the ruin of you." Thus the owner of the bright, sparkling face which was turned, half mockingly, half ruefully, upon that of her companion. Looking out killingly from under the broad-brimmed hat, the dark, lustrous eyes seemed to melt into his. "How can you say such a thing?" was the reply, in the deep, half-tremulous tone of a man who is in dead earnest. "How can you say such a thing?" he repeated involuntarily, driving a spur into his horse's flank with a dig that made that spirited animal curvet and prance beneath the restraining curb. "Oh, take care! you are making my horse restive. And I am such a bad rider, as you know!" And the lithe, graceful figure in the well-fitting habit was thrown into the relief involved by a real physical effort. "How can I say so?" she went on; "how can I say so? Why, it is only candid on my part. Do you seriously think a butterfly like me is cut out for a life on the High Veldt?"
