"I have thought so about you for a great while."
Silence again. The horses, being by this time pretty well exercised, needed no restraining, and walked for their own pleasure. Everything with Lois seemed to be in a whirl.
"And now it becomes necessary to know what you think about me," Mr.
Dillwyn went on, after that pause.
"I am very glad—" Lois said tremulously.
"Of what?"
"That you are a Christian."
"Yes, but," said he, half laughing, "that is not the immediate matter in hand. What do you think of me in my proposed character as having the ownership and the care of you?"
"I have never thought of you so," Lois managed to get out. The words were rather faint, heard, however, as Mr. Dillwyn's hand came just then adjusting and tucking in her fur robes, and his face was thereby near hers.
"And now you do think of me so?—What do you say to me?"
She could not say anything. Never in her life had Lois been at a loss and wrecked in all self-management before.