"What of?"
"Of the churchyard ... if you will know."
Again he had to struggle against a feeling of contempt. In all she said and did he found himself involuntarily comparing her with Regina, and the comparison was immeasurably to her disadvantage.
"You know how timid I am," she said, as they retraced their steps. "It was rash of me to have chosen this place for an appointment; indeed it was exceedingly rash to come at all--and if it weren't----"
Instead of finishing her sentence she cast at him an affected sidelong glance. Then, as he offered to help her over the ditch she gave a little scream and said, "No, no!"
His half-defined sensation of disappointment now gave place to blank astonishment. She gazed round her nervously.
"We can't stay here either," she whispered, "If I were caught here alone with a gentleman, I believe I should die of shame."
"Where do you wish to go, then?"
"You must decide."
"Very well. Come into the wood."