“But I want you to accept. Surely you will do it to oblige me.”
“I—I can't.”
“What are you going to do; go back to the bank?”
“No, I am going to leave Denboro. I don't know where I shall go. This is good-by, Miss Colton. It is not likely that we shall meet again.”
“But why are you going?”
“I cannot tell you.”
She was silent, still looking down at the pine-needles. I could not see her face. I was silent also. I knew that I ought to go, that I should not remain there, with her, another moment. Yet I remained.
“So you think this is our parting,” she said. “I do not.”
“Don't you? I fear you are wrong.”
“I am not wrong. You will not go away, Mr.—Bennett. At least, you will not until you go where my father sends you. You will accept his offer, I think.”