"From—"
"He has bought land in the western part of the state. He is going on a journey soon to examine it."
"Toward the Ohio?"
"Yes; toward the Ohio. How did you know?"
"And you—you will not go with him?"
"He has talked of my going. But I cannot now that my aunt is ill."
"Perhaps he will wait?"
"Yes; he says that he will. How pale you are! I am sure you are not well?"
They had stepped from out the wood into the light of the garden. She looked at him with concern, but be dismissed her question with a gesture of his hand and a laugh that sounded strangely in her ears. "It is," he said, "the fading light. Are you going in now?"
"Not yet. Daphne is ill at the quarter, and I'll walk down to her cabin first. Do you stay to supper?"