“I am in danger,” he answered, “of the only thing which at the moment I fear. I am in danger of having to leave you.”
She withdrew her hand quickly, and stepped back. He made no effort to detain her.
“Yes,” he said, “go back to Emmons, or we shall have him ramping out here to know what the matter is. I am going up to the Overtons’.”
Nellie turned and went into the house.
Emmons was sitting with his elbows on his knees, tapping his feet up and down so as to give a rocking motion to his whole body. He did not like being left alone.
“And where is Bob?” he asked.
“Gone out,” and Nellie added more candidly: “Gone to the Overtons’.”
“Oh, of course, naturally,” retorted Emmons. “And may I ask who his visitor was?”
“He did not tell me.”
“He has gone, I suppose, to confide it to Louisa Overton.”