"Yes, I was, a little. It didn't make the greatest part of my love for them, I am sure; but I think I had a little undefined sort of pleasure in the feeling that they were better and prettier than other people had."
"You are sure you are not proud of your little King Charles now?" said Hugh.
"I don't know but I am," said Fleda, laughing. "But how much pleasanter it is here on almost every account! Look at the beautiful sweep of the ground off among those hills isn't it? What an exquisite horizon line, Hugh!"
"And what a sky over it!"
"Yes I love these fall skies. Oh, I would a great deal rather be here than in any city that ever was built!"
"So would I," said Hugh. "But the thing is "
Fleda knew quite well what the thing was, and did not answer.
"But, my dear Hugh," she said, presently "I don't remember that sweep of hills when we were coming?"
"You were going the other way," said Hugh.
"Yes, but Hugh I am sure we did not pass these grain fields.
We must have got into the wrong road."