Miss Rivers bent her head.
"Where does she live?"
"At Kensington."
"Whereabouts? I know Kensington pretty well."
"Oh! in H—— Street. There is a little garden in front, so it is called Gothic Villa, though there is very little that is Gothic about it." Here Miss Rivers stopped.
"Yes!" exclaimed Wilton; "I see we are within the Brosedale boundaries; but you must not dismiss your escort yet; that diplomatic relative of mine may be on our heels."
"Do not imagine I fear to encounter him," said she, with an arch smile. "I ought, perhaps, to apologize to you for taking you out of your way for so slight a cause; but even if a fly alights on one's brow or hand, the impulse is to brush it away."
"Do not dismiss me so soon, however. I am going away the day after to-morrow, and may not see you again before I leave."
"You are going! I am sorry." She spoke with a simple sincerity that at once charmed, and yet mortified him.