ious blush. Alan took it, but bent
forward at the same time, and with a hasty glance around, just
touched her rich mouth. Herminia allowed him without a struggle;
she was too stately of mien ever to grant a favor without granting
it of pure grace, and with queenly munificence.

Alan led her to a grassy bank where thyme and basil grew matted,
and the hum of myriad wings stirred the sultry air; Herminia let
him lead her. She was woman enough by nature to like being led;
only, it must be the right man who led her, and he must lead her
along the path that her conscience approved of. Alan seated
himself by her side, and took her hand in his; Herminia let him
hold it. This lovemaking was pure honey. Dappled spots of light
and shade flecked the ground beneath the trees like a jaguar's
skin. Wood-pigeons crooned, unseen, from the leafy covert. She
sat there long without uttering a word. Once Alan essayed to
speak, but Herminia cut him short. "Oh, no, not yet," she cried
half petulantly; "this silence is so delicious. I love best just
to sit and hold your hand like this. Why spoil it with language?"

So they sat for some minutes, Herminia with her eyes half-closed,
drinking in to the full the delight of first love. She could feel
her heart beating. At last Alan interposed, and began to speak to
her. The girl drew a long breath; then she sighed for a second, as
she opened her eyes again. Every curve of her bosom heaved and
swayed mysteriously. It seemed such a pity to let articulate words
disturb that reverie. Still, if Alan wished it. For a woman is a
woman, let Girton do its worst; and Herminia not less but rather
more than the rest of them.

Then Alan began. With her hand clasped in his, and fondling it
while he spoke, he urged all he could urge to turn her from her
purpose. He pointed out to her how unwise, how irretrievable her
position would be, if she once assumed it. On such a road as that
there is no turning back. The die once cast, she must forever
abide by it. He used all arts to persuade and dissuade; all
eloquence to save her from herself and her salvation. If he loved
her less, he said with truth, he might have spoken less earnestly.
It was for her own sake he spoke, because he so loved her. He
waxed hot in his eager desire to prevent her from taking this fatal
step. He drew his breath hard, and paused. Emotion and anxiety
overcame him visibly.

But as for Herminia, though she liste