"Yes, very much so."
"And Mr. Edwin Barley—did he?"
"Not at all. He looked just as he always looks. He seemed to be surprised, and very sorry; his voice, when he spoke to Philip King, was kinder than I ever heard it."
Another pause. She seemed to be thinking.
"I can hardly understand where it was you saw George Heneage, Anne: you must show me, to-morrow. Was it on the same side from which the shot came?"
"Yes; I think near to the place. Or how could he have heard Mr. Barley speak to me?"
"How long had you been in the wood when the shot was fired?"
"About ten minutes or a quarter of an hour."
"Little girls compute time differently from grown people, Anne. A few minutes might seem like a quarter of an hour to you."
"Mamma taught me how differently time appears to pass, according to what we may be doing, Aunt Selina. That when we are pleasantly occupied, it seems to fly; and when we are impatient for it to go on, or in any suspense or fear, it does not seem to move. I think I have learnt to be pretty exact, and I do believe that I was in the wood nearly a quarter of an hour. I was running about for some time, looking for Mr. Heneage, as you told me, before I found I had lost myself. And then I was some minutes getting over the fright. I had said my prayers, and——"