CHAPTER XXI
IN WHICH BARNABAS UNDERTAKES A MISSION
Their progress through the wood was slow, by reason of the undergrowth, yet Barnabas noticed that where the way permitted, she hurried on at speed, and moreover, that she was very silent and kept her face turned from him; therefore he questioned her.
"Are you afraid of these woods?"
"No."
"Of me?"
"No."
"Then, I fear you are angry again."
"I think Barnab—your name is—hateful!"
"Strange!" said Barnabas, "I was just thinking how musical it was—as you say it."