“I don’t mind it,” said Annis Gothing; “but you can come if you like.”
They turned down the road together, and for some time walked on in silence.
“What was that you were going to say just now?” said Annis, when the silence threatened to become awkward.
“When?” said Wilson.
“When I told you that Mr. Glover was at our house you said you should have thought—” She turned and regarded him with an expression in her eyes which he tried in vain to decipher.
“Well, I should have thought,” he said desperately, “that you would have wanted to go there.”
“I don’t understand you,” said Annis coldly. “I think you are rather rude.”
“I beg your pardon,” said Wilson humbly; “I’m very sorry, very.”
There was another long silence, during which they left the road and entered a footpath. It was very narrow, and Annis walked in front.
“I would give anything to find your father,” said Wilson earnestly.