"I am afraid I shouldn't wait to be asked, if I stayed," said Winthrop. "But as I am not to sit down again — Miss Haye — if you will put on your bonnet and give me your company a little part of my way, I will keep my promise."
"What promise?" said Rose.
"I will do better than my promise, for I mean to shew Miss Haye a point of her property which perhaps she has not looked at lately."
"Oh will you shew it to me too?" said Rose.
"I will if there is time enough after I have brought Miss Haye back — I can't take both at once."
Rose looked mystified, and Elizabeth very glad to put on her bonnet, was the first out of the house; half laughing, and half trembling with the excitement of getting off.
"There is no need to be in such a hurry," said Winthrop as he came up, — "now that breakfast is over."
Elizabeth was silent, troubled with that consciousness still, though now alone with the subject of it. He turned off from the road, and led her back into the woods a little way, in the same path by which she had once gone hunting for a tree to cut down.
"It isn't as pretty a time of day as when I went out this morning," she said, forcing herself to say something.
But Winthrop seemed in a state of pre-occupation too; till they reached a boulder capped with green ferns.