She was a handsome girl with a bosom; and dark hair and blue
eyes; a girl full of easy laughter; flushed from the sun;
inclined to wipe her laughing face in a very natural and taking
manner。
Brangwen was in a state of wonder。 He treated her with his
chaffing deference; roused; but very unsure of himself; afraid
to death of being too forward; ashamed lest he might be thought
backward; mad with desire yet restrained by instinctive regard
for women from making any definite approach; feeling all the
while that his attitude was ridiculous; and flushing deep with
confusion。 She; however; became hard and daring as he became
confused; it amused her to see him e on。
〃When must you get back?〃 she asked。
〃Im not particular;〃 he said。
There the conversation again broke down。
Brangwens panions were ready to go on。
〃Art min; Tom;〃 they called; 〃or art for stoppin?〃
〃Ay; Im min;〃 he replied; rising reluctantly; an angry
sense of futility and disappointment spreading over him。
He met the full; almost taunting look of the girl; and he
trembled with unusedness。
〃Shall you e an have a look at my mare;〃 he said to her;
with his hearty kindliness that was now shaken with
trepidation。
〃Oh; I should like to;〃 she said; rising。
And she followed him; his rather sloping shoulders and his
cloth riding…gaiters; out of the room。 The young men got their
own horses out of the stable。
〃Can you ride?〃 Brangwen asked her。
〃I should like to if I could……I have never tried;〃 she
said。
〃e then; an have a try;〃 he said。
And he lifted her; he blushing; she laughing; into the
saddle。
〃I sll slip off……its not a ladys saddle;〃 she
cried。