“It’s a little vague,” he said, with an uneasy laugh.
“Oh, I can go away.” And she turned toward the door.
“Whatever you like,” he cried hastily.
“Ah, that’s better. I shall not take anything of great value.”
She gave him her hand. He ventured on a slight pressure. The lady did not seem to notice it, and her hand lay quite motionless in his.
“To-morrow, then?” he said.
“Yes. I won’t trouble you to call a cab. I shall walk.”
“Have you far to go?”
“Oh, some little way; but it’s an easy road.”