“But if you are not looking at the farm you are, of course, going,” she said quickly.
“Am I? I don't think these particulars were in my invitation.”
She again broke into a fit of laughter, and at the same time cast a bright eye around the field.
“Come,” he said gently, “there are no other sightseers waiting, and your conscience is clear,” and he moved toward the rustic seat.
“Certainly not—there,” she added in a low voice.
They moved on slowly together to a copse of willows which overhung the miniature stream.
“You are not staying long in Alstadt?” she said.
“No; I only came to see the old town that my ancestors came from.”
They were walking so close together that her skirt brushed his trousers, but she suddenly drew away from him, and looking him fixedly in the eye said:
“Ah, you have relations here?”