'Well!'—said Hazel, looking at her companion.
'Well?' said Rollo, innocently.
She laughed.
'As if I did not know better than that!'
'I wish I did,' said Rollo. 'Now, do you know what you are coming to?'
'No, not a bit. I said I wouldn't come through that place—but when you are in a strange land—and in charge of a—strange!— cavalier—'
'You are coming to the house of my old nurse in the hills a quarter of a mile further on. I did not understand you to mean that you would not go through that place.'
'Does the man keep another Hollow for himself?' said Wych Hazel. 'I am glad we are going to the hills, if only to help me forget the valley. How can people live so! And oh! how can people let them!'
'This is a concomitant of great civilization. I saw no such place when I was in Norway,' Dane observed.
'And was—what is her name?—living there when you came home?'