"I am not used to being taken care of," she said. "I have taken care of myself, generally."
"Like it better?"
"I don't know. I suppose really no woman can say she likes it better.
But I am accustomed to it."
"Don't you think I could take care of you?"
"You are taking capital care of me," said Lois, not knowing exactly how to understand him. "Just now it is your business; and I should say you were doing it well."
"What would you say if I told you that I wanted to take care of you all your life?"
He had let the horses come to a walk; the sleigh-bells only tinkled softly; no other bells were near. Which way they had gone Lois had not considered; but evidently it had not been towards the busy and noisy haunts of men. However, she did not think of this till a few minutes afterwards; she thought now that Mr. Dillwyn's words regarded Madge's sister, and her feeling of independence became rigid.
"A kind wish,—but impracticable," she answered.
"Why?"
"I shall be too far off. That is one thing."