"But then, you see, I never think about anything."
"Sleeping beauty, sleeping beauty," said Guy.
And with an abrupt change of manner, he began to throw sticks for Bob, so that the lucid air was soon loud with continuous barking.
"I wonder if we shall ever meet again on Wychford down," said Guy as together they swung along the rolling highroad towards the village.
A horse and trap caught them up before Pauline could answer the speculation, and Mr. Godbold, as he passed, wished them both a very good morning.
"Godbold seems extraordinarily interested in us," Guy remarked, when for the third time before he turned the corner Mr. Godbold looked back at them.
"Oh, I wonder...." Pauline began, expressing with her lips sudden apprehension.
"You mean, he thought it strange to see us together?"
"People in the country...." she began again.
"Why don't you hurry on alone?" Guy asked. "And I'll come in to Wychford later."