'No,' said Wych Hazel, without raising her head, and again not stopping to measure her words. 'You would have stood there till this time, if I had not spoken!'
'Would I?' said Rollo.
'And how came you to be there at all at that time of night?' said Mr. Falkirk.
'On my way from the cars.'
'Cars, where?'
'Henderson.'
'Walk from Henderson!' said Mr. Falkirk.
'Save time. I wanted to be here to-day.' The answers were all short and grave, as a man speaks who has no words that he wants to say.
'And Mr. Rollo thought', said Hazel, looking up, 'that it was better for me to come home from Dr. Maryland's than from the woods. And—when he spoke of it—I supposed you would say that too, Mr. Falkirk.'
But Mr. Falkirk vouchsafed no corroboration of this opinion.