"I don't know about the others, but I came because my road led here. I followed my road."
"Not knowing where it would end?"
He laughed again. "Not caring where it would end."
Her charming boyish smile rippled across her lips.
"It isn't necessary that I should understand to be glad that you kept straight on," she said.
"But the end isn't yet," he replied, with a gaiety beneath which she saw the seriousness in his face. "It may lead me off again."
"To a better place I hope."
"Well, I suppose that would be easy to find," he admitted, as he glanced beyond the doorway, "but I like Tappahannock. It has taken me in, you know, and there's human nature even in Bullfinch's Hollow."
"Oh, I suppose it's hideous," she remarked, following his look in the direction of the town, "but I can't judge. I've seen so little else, you know—and yet my City Beautiful is laid out in my mind."
"Then you carry it with you, and that is best."