“I’m not going in just yet,” she said, glancing up the road towards her house. “I’m going for a walk.”
“I hope it will be a pleasant one,” said Wilson, after a pause, devoted to wondering whether he might venture to offer to accompany her. “Goodbye.” He held out his hand.
“Good-bye,” said Annis; “if you like to call in and wait to see mother she will be pleased to see you, I’m sure.”
“Is there anybody to let me in?” inquired Wilson.
“Mr. Glover is there, I expect,” said Annis, looking steadily across the road.
“I—I’ll call another time,” said the perplexed Wilson, “but I should have thought—”
“Thought what?” said she.
“Nothin’,” said he. “I—Are you going for a long walk?”
“Not very far,” said she. “Why?”
“I suppose you prefer going alone?”