"Then do to-morrow, pray," said he.
She laughed, and said—
"An excursion like that must always depend on the whim of the hour, don't you think, to be the least pleasant? It loses its charm the moment it loses the air of perfect liberty and caprice; and I don't know whether we shall ever see the old Priory again."
"I'm very sorry," said Cleve. There was honest disappointment in his tone, and his dark soft eyes looked full in hers.
She laughed again a little, and looking at the pretty old Church of Llanderris, that stands among nodding ash trees on the near upland, she said—
"That old church is, I think, quite beautiful. I was exploring these woods with my little squirrels here, when I suddenly came upon this view, and here I stood for nearly ten minutes."
"I'm very much obliged, I know, to Llanderris Church, and I'm glad you admire it, for I like it very much myself," said Cleve. "And so you have got two squirrels. I was so sorry to hear last Sunday that you had lost your little pet, Whisk. Wasn't that his name?"
"Yes. Poor little Whisk!"
"And you're not going to leave Malory?"
"Not immediately, I believe," said Miss Fanshawe.