'Not just hereReo is waiting,' Hazel answered, flushing and drooping her head, and feeling as if every minute took her more and more out of her own reach.
'Where is he waiting?'
'Never mindWhere I left him. O Mr. Rollo! let me go!'
'But you see I must know, if I am to fetch him. Where is he,
Wych?'
'At the foot of the hill.'No use! She could not debate matters, but her head bent lower.
'Reo was not at the foot of the hill when I came.'
'I meanthe other hill.'
'What other hill?'
'Oh!'she said deprecatingly; then went straight through. 'I came the other way.'
'I don't know but one way,' he answered half laughing.