He turned at once, and the look on his face might have made her pity him, if she had had any pity in her.
"You must do what you will," he said. "There is nothing more to be said."
Then he turned from her again, and pursued his slow, contemplative walk along the path, his shoulders bent, his steps dragging a little, like those of an old man.
CHAPTER II
PAYMENT
She forced a laugh. "Oh, there's a lot more to be said," she called after him, in a voice almost gay. "Please come back."
He took no notice of her, but went on.
She sprang up, a look of alarm on her face, and took a few quick steps across the grass.
"Mr. Clinton!" she said. "Mr. Clinton! I have a proposal to make to you."