He turned to me with a start; but I did not let him speak.
"Have you eaten?" I asked.
"Not yet."
"How silly!" I said. "Nor have I. Come, eat bread with me. This wind shall be the salt."
He took half the roll and smiled. But I could see that my high spirits first jarred on him, and then troubled him.
"You are not well," he said. "You are over-wrought. You are excited. Let me lead you home."
"No," I said. "I have not felt so well for years. I must go; but not home. There is business to be done."
"Where?" he asked, startled.
"Along the beach."
"Then," he said firmly, "you do not go alone."