I shrugged my shoulders and turned towards the house.
“You are very rude,” I declared. “I am going in.”
He looked into my face and was reassured.
“I wish from the bottom of my heart that she had never come here,” he groaned. “God knows I would send her away if I had the power.”
“I only wish that you could,” I answered, sadly. “She is like a bird of ill-omen. She looks at me out of those big black eyes as if she hated me. I believe I am getting to be afraid of her. Do you think that she will really stay here more than a day or two?”
He nodded his head gloomily.
“I believe so,” he answered.
“You see what responsibility the rescuer of young maidens in distress incurs,” I remarked, spitefully.
“I wish,” he said, looking at me steadily, “that I had let that carriage go to the bottom of the precipice.”