‘Oh, not yet,’ says Susan; ‘there is plenty of time. It isn’t as if you had to drive five miles to get to your home.’
‘Still—I think—’ She looks so anxious that Susan, who is always charming, understands her.
‘If you must go,’ whispers she sweetly—‘if you would rather—well, then, do go. But to-morrow, and every other day, you must come back to us. Carew—’
‘I’m here,’ says Carew, coming up, and blushing as well as the best of girls as he takes Ella’s hand. ‘I’ll see you home,’ says he.
‘I don’t think it will be necessary,’ says Wyndham shortly. Then he stops, confounded at his own imprudence, considering all the circumstances. Yet the words have fallen from him without volition of his own. ‘The fact is,’ says he quickly, ‘I too am going now, and will be able to see Miss Moore safely within her gate.’
Carew frowns, and Susan comes to the rescue.
‘We’ll all go,’ cries she gaily.
‘The very thing,’ says Crosby. ‘That will give me a little more of your society, as I also must drag myself away.’
The ‘your’ is so very general that nobody takes any notice of it, and they all go up the small avenue together.
‘You were surprised to see me here?’ says Ella in a nervous whisper to Wyndham, who has doggedly taken possession of her, in spite of the knowledge that such a proceeding will in the end tell against him.