“You are very kind, but I am not in the least afraid, Mr. Glenarm.”
“But there is something I wish to say to you. I should like—”
She slackened her step.
“Yes.”
“I am going away.”
“Yes; of course; you are going away.”
Her tone implied that this was something that had been ordained from the beginning of time, and did not matter.
“And I wish to say a word about Mr. Pickering.”
She paused and faced me abruptly. We were at the edge of the wood, and the school lay quite near. She caught the cloak closer about her and gave her head a little toss I remembered well, as a trick compelled by the vagaries of woman’s head-dress.
“I can’t talk to you here, Mr. Glenarm; I had no intention of ever seeing you again; but I must say this—”