"You walk with other people, don't you?"
"I am not afraid of the other people."
"Are you afraid of me?" said he smiling; and then growing grave, "We may have only a few times, Daisy; let us make the most of them."
How could I start anything after that. I was mute; and Mr.
Thorold began upon a new theme.
"Daisy, how long have you been in Washington?"
"Christian, I could not let you know. I was always hoping to see you somewhere."
"Sounds as if you felt guilty," he said. "Confess, Daisy; you look as if you were afraid I would be angry. I will not be very hard with you."
I was afraid; and he was angry, when I told him. His face flushed and his eye changed, and turned away from me.
"Christian," I said, "I was very unwilling that Dr. Sandford should know anything about it; that was my reason. If I had written to you, you know you would have come straight to where I was; and the risk was too great."
"What risk?" he said. "I might have been ordered away from
Washington; and then we might never have met."