"Oh, yes; it's very pleasant."
"Then I'm contented, and will leave the moral of it for Mr. Cornbury. I'll tell you something further if you'll let me."
"Pray don't tell me anything that you ought not."
"I've done all I could to get up this party on purpose that we might have you here."
"Nonsense."
"But I have. I have cared about it just because it would enable me to say one word to you;—and now I'm afraid to say it."
She was sitting there close to him, and she couldn't go away. She couldn't run as she had done from the stile. She couldn't show any feeling of offence before all those who were around her; and yet,—was it not her duty to do something to stop him? "Pray don't say such things," she whispered.
"I tell you that I'm afraid to say it. Here; give me some wine. You'll take some more. No? Well; shall we go? I am afraid to say it." They were now out in the hall, standing idly there, with their backs to another door. "I wonder what answer you would make me!"
"We had better go up-stairs. Indeed we had."
"Stop a moment, Miss Ray. Why is it that you are so unwilling even to stay a moment with me?"