"Well, come towards Plymouth Hill," said Ethan.
If it was anybody else, thought Val, angrily, it would have to be called flirting. Julia, too, was undoubtedly "making eyes." Oh, it was disgraceful!
"I don't believe, after all, there'll be time before dinner," Miss Otway was saying.
"She knows perfectly well she's going to make time," thought Val, and then—oh, dear! oh, dear! what was becoming of her old affection for her friend?
They had said "Good-bye," and walked on in silence for a few moments. She noticed with a passion of resentment that, since leaving Julia, the cloud had settled again on her cousin's face.
"Since I'm going away so soon, I think I ought to say—" he began presently, and stopped.
"Say what?"
"That Harry Wilbur has taken me into his confidence."
Val turned away her head.
"First-rate fellow, Wilbur." Another pause. "Fact is, he is one in a thousand."