"To see you and your father and mother," said Harry.
A sad look came into her eyes.
"If I had a stone I would throw it at you," she said.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because I have to get used to being miserable, and just as I begin to be resigned to it, you come along and make me happy, and I have it all to do over again."
The young man stopped his horse.
"I hadn't thought of that," he said, with a sad face. "It isn't fair to you, is it? It's rather—selfish."
"Why don't you go to Brimstead's," Bim suggested. "A beautiful girl over there is in love with you. Honestly, Harry, there isn't a sweeter girl in all the world."
"I ought not to go there, either," said the young man.
"Why?"