She answered by a quick little shake of her sleek , dark head , and a smile that was eloquent . He watched her as she walked across the orchard , `` With the moon 's beauty and the moon 's soft pace , '' and along the wild cherry lane . At the corner of the firs she paused and waved her hand to him before turning it . When Eric reached home old Robert Williamson was having a lunch of bread and milk in the kitchen . He looked up , with a friendly grin , as Eric strode in , whistling . `` Been having a walk , Master ? '' he queried . `` Yes , '' said Eric . Unconsciously and involuntarily he infused so much triumph into the simple monosyllable that even old Robert felt it . Mrs. Williamson , who was cutting bread at the end of the table , laid down her knife and loaf , and looked at the young man with a softly troubled expression in her eyes . She wondered if he had been back to the Connors orchard -- and if he could have seen Kilmeny Gordon again . `` You did n't discover a gold mine , I s ` pose ? '' said old Robert dryly . `` You look as if you might have . '' CHAPTER VIII . AT THE GATE OF EDEN When Eric went to the old Connors orchard the next evening he found Kilmeny waiting for him on the bench under the white lilac tree , with the violin in her lap . As soon as she saw him she caught it up and began to play an airy delicate little melody that sounded like the laughter of daisies . When it was finished she dropped her bow , and looked up at him with flushed cheeks and questioning eyes . `` What did that say to you ? '' she wrote .
`` It said something like this , '' answered Eric , falling XXXXX her humour smilingly .
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