"Recovered from yesterday? From the slight fatigue—yes! From some other effects of the day?—no!"
"I am sorry to hear you say so." The words dropped slowly and very deliberately from her lips, and her head had a wavy nod as she spoke.
"You are sure of the grounds of your sorrow?"
"I fear so—yes!"
"Then I, too, have cause to fear!"
Silence again for a moment, and they walked on, very slowly. Then Horace Townsend spoke again.
"You are going away to the Glen House, to-morrow or the next day, are you not?"
"I believe Captain Coles and my mother have so arranged," was the reply.
"And I am going southward to Winnipiseogee to-morrow."
"You?" The exclamation was abrupt and surprised, as if she had not before thought of a separation of routes. Horace Townsend heard the word and recognized the tone; and what the spark is to the magazine was that sudden monosyllable to the half-controlled heart of the man.