Nancy got slowly out of the old armchair. “It’s late,” she said vaguely. “You coming, Janice?”
“No, I’ll stay with Glen a while. Thanks for bringing me, old thing! See you to-morrow!” Miss Jennings waved a careless hand.
“Glen, my dear!” Miss Ada was almost sharp about it. “Nancy’s going!”
“Oh,” said Glen awkwardly. “I’m sorry....” She simply could not pull her mind out of its deep morass of bewilderment and unhappiness for these small amenities.
Miss Ada, to cover her lapses, made a great point of seeing Nancy out, and Luke followed silently.
“Luke,” Glen called after him insistently, “you’ll come back to-night?”
“Not to-night,” he answered briefly, waiting an instant in brooding silence for Nancy Carey and Miss Ada to pass through the gate.
“Which way are you going?” Nancy looked up at him, adding with gentle emphasis, “I’m going up!”
“Down,” said the mountaineer curtly.
She stared after him as he strode down the hill, her soft under lip thrust out, and again she gave the quick little sigh.