In silence he turned round and walked slowly by my side.
“Where is your friend this morning?” I asked.
His face grew moody.
“She has taken some rooms at Grant’s farm,” he answered. “She has gone over to the station now to get her luggage.”
My heart sank. It was bad news.
“She is going to stay here, then?” I asked.
He nodded gloomily.
“She says so.”
“You ought to feel flattered, at any rate,” I remarked, maliciously.
He flushed an angry glance at me.