With which, Mr. Linden stirred his coffee, and told Miss Danforth with a little look of defiance, "it was particularly good—she had better try a cup."
Miss Danforth instituted a fierce inquiry as to the direction of the preceding evening's walk; to which Faith gave an unsatisfactory answer.
"Did you ever look at coffee in connexion with the fatigues of life?" pursued Mr. Linden.
"I shall, probably, in future," said Miss Danforth. "Now Mr. Linden, I ask you; you're a nice man to give a straight answer;—where did you and Faith go?"
"I am glad I am a nice man," said Mr. Linden, "but I can scarce give a straight answer to that question."
"Why not, for pity's sake?"
"It must needs travel a crooked road."
"Did you?"
"It has left a meandering sort of recollection in my mind."
"Where did it lead to?"