She had gone some way and was on a path by a copse in the Park, when Mr. Strobridge caught her up.
"Why did you race ahead, Miss Bush?" he asked. "Did you not want any companion in your solitude?"
"I never thought about it," she returned quite simply.
"I did—I wanted to walk with you, I have been watching you all the time in church. I believe that you were in dreamland again; now will be the very moment to finish our discussion upon it."
"I don't think we had begun it."
"Well, we will."
"How are we to start?"
"You are going to tell me where yours is—in the heart or in the head?"
"Such a conversation would be altogether unprofitable." There was mischief lurking in the corner of her eye and trembling in the curves of her full mouth.
"I must judge of that."