“Yes,” said the young lady, but after some hesitation, and only in a whisper.
“I wonder where you walk to. I have never seen you out but once.”
No reply to this little feeler.
Then, at last, Compton was discouraged, partly by her beauty and size, partly by her taciturnity.
He was silent in return, and so, in a state of mutual constraint, they reached the gate of Highmore.
“Good-by,” said Compton reluctantly.
“Good-by.”
“Won't you shake hands?”
She blushed, and put out her hand halfway. He took it and shook it, and so they parted.
Compton said to his mother disconsolately, “Mamma, it is all over. I have seen her, and spoken to her; but she has gone off dreadfully.”