His voice arrested her; it was charged with unusual feeling. She made no answer, and they began to walk toward the house.
After a few steps Greta remembered the trick that she had played on Paul, and craned her beautiful neck to see over the stone cobble-hedge into the field where she had left him.
Hugh observed her intently.
"I hear that you have decided. Is it so, Greta?" he said.
"Decided what?" she asked, coloring again.
He also colored slightly, and answered with a strained quietness.
"To marry my brother."
"If he wishes it—I suppose he does—he says so, you know."
Hugh looked earnestly into the girl's glowing face, and said with deliberation:
"Greta, perhaps there are reasons why you should not marry Paul."