Fanny blushed very much as she rose--Ralph was triumphant.
"I've got them, however, sir," she said, holding the flowers.
"And I had a disagreeable accident," said Ralph, laughing, and
pretending to rub his head.
"Disagreeable, sir!" cried Fanny, without reflecting.
"Yes!" said Ralph--"why not?"
Fanny found herself involved again in an awkward explanation--the fact
being, that Ralph's lips had, by pure accident, of course, touched her
brow.
It would, therefore, have only complicated matters for Fanny to have
explained why the accident ought not to be "disagreeable," as
Ralph declared it to be. The general reply, however, which we have
endeavored, on various occasions, to represent by the word "Humph!"
issued from the young girl's lips; and busying herself with the
wreath, she passed on, followed by the laughing company.
From the forest, they went to the mossy glen, as we may call it,
though that was not its name; and Verty enlivened the company with a
description of a flock of young partridges which had there started up
once, and running between his feet, disappeared before his very eyes.
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