On the spur of the moment, I declined. For all my fine talk to Roger, I shrunk from the idea of entering one of those houses. I can only say, in excuse, that my whole mind was in a condition of bewilderment.
"Can I do any thing for you, then?" she asked, in a tone slightly marked with disappointment, I thought.
"Thank you, no," I answered, hardly knowing what my words were.
"Then good-night," she said, and, nodding kindly, turned, and entered one of the houses.
We also turned in silence, and walked out of the court.
"Why didn't you go with her?" said Roger, as soon as we were in the street.
"I'm sorry I didn't if you wanted to go, Roger; but"—
"I think you might have gone, seeing I was with you," he said.
"I don't think it would have been at all a proper thing to do, without knowing more about her," I answered, a little hurt. "You can't tell what sort of a place it may be."
"It's a good place, wherever she is, or I am much mistaken," he returned.