Adela did not reply. After gazing a little longer, she said—
‘He will be home before I can get there.’
She screwed up the glasses and turned as if to take leave. But Hubert prepared to walk by her side, and together they reached the lane.
‘Now I am going to run down the hill,’ Adela said, laughing. ‘I can’t ask you to join in such childishness, and I suppose you are not going this way, either?’
‘No, I am walking back to the Manor,’ the other replied soberly. ‘We had better say good-bye. On Monday we shall leave Wanley, my mother and I.’
‘On Monday?’
The girl became graver.
‘But only to go to Agworth?’ she added.
‘I shall not remain at Agworth. I am going to London.’
‘To—to study?’