"You certainly must have had your breakfast," thought
Elizabeth, "and not know that I haven't had mine."
"I don't want to sit down," she said quietly. A pang of fear again came to her heart, that in another minute or two he would be off to Mountain Spring. But his next movement negatived that. It was to take her basket, which she had till then tried to carry so that it would not be noticed. She was thankful he did not know what was in it.
"Do you often take such early walks as this?"
"No, not often," said Elizabeth guiltily. "I row more."
"So early?"
"No, not generally. Though there is no time more pleasant."
"You are looking well," he said gravely. "Better than I ever saw you look."
"It's very odd," thought Elizabeth, — "it must be the flush of my walk — I didn't look so this morning in the glass — nor last night. —" But she looked up and said boldly, laughing,
"I thought you came here to see the prospect, Mr. Landholm."
"I have been looking at it," he said quietly. "I need not say anything about that — it never changes."