She turned away. The man followed.
"Look here, I'll tell you all about myself, which shows my intentions are straight."
"It wouldn't interest me."
"Why not? You liked me before—before that happened, and, when you've forgiven me, there's no reason why you shouldn't like me again."
"There's every reason."
"My name's Windebank—Archibald Windebank. I'm in the service, and my home is Haycock Abbey, near Melkbridge—"
"You gave me your wrong name!" cried Mavis, who, now that she knew that the man was the friend of her early days, seized on any excuse to get away from him.
"But—"
"Don't follow me. Good-bye."
She crossed the road. He came after her and seized her arm.