“And now you are going to Arkdale?” she said, gently.
“That is, after I have gone to rest for a little while longer; I am in no hurry; won’t you sit down, Una? Keep me company.”
To her there seemed nothing strange in the speech; gravely and naturally she sat down at the foot of an oak.
“You think the forest is lonely?” she said.
“I do, most decidedly. Don’t you?”
“No; but that is because I am used to it and have known no other place.”
“Always lived here?” he said, with interest.
“Ever since I was three years old.”
“Eighteen years! Then you are twenty-one?” murmured Jack.
“Yes; how old are you?” she asked, calmly.