Then, signaling the footman and designating the cathedral, she bade the attorney adieu.
III
Walter Grannan, who was conversing with some of his fellow-members at the club, which was situated on a corner near the cathedral, was now coming hastily forward towards her, just as she had alighted from her brougham and ordered it not to await her, saying, she would walk home.
“It is very fortunate—at least for me,” he said. “I did so want to see you.”
“I am going away to-morrow, and—of course it’s about the horse,” she said, pleasantly.
He smiled as he noted the charm of her face. “I am to hope; then, that you will accept her?”
“Oh, but I just can’t,” she said, “while I must thank you so much for asking me.”
In a moment she was sorry almost that she had said it. His expression touched her; and, though she could not satisfy herself why she should care—what were the expressions of men’s faces to her?—still, the twit was there. She felt it keenly as she now gazed steadfastly ahead, as they walked slowly and silently along in the direction of the marble church.
“I also am decided to go away to-morrow,” she said, at length, in a quiet tone.
Nothing was said in reply.