“I was just coming to see your sister, Mr. Markham,” said she; “and so, if you have no objection, I’ll accompany you home. I like company when I’m walking out—don’t you?”
“Yes, when it’s agreeable.”
“That of course,” rejoined the young lady, smiling archly.
So we proceeded together.
“Shall I find Rose at home, do you think?” said she, as we closed the garden gate, and set our faces towards Linden-Car.
“I believe so.”
“I trust I shall, for I’ve a little bit of news for her—if you haven’t forestalled me.”
“I?”
“Yes: do you know what Mr. Lawrence is gone for?” She looked up anxiously for my reply.
“Is he gone?” said I; and her face brightened.