“There!” said Annis, stopping suddenly and pointing, “isn’t there a fine view of the river from here?”
“Splendid!” said Wilson.
“It is my favorite walk,” said Annis.
Wilson made a mental note of it. “Especially when Mr. Glover is at your house,” he said foolishly.
“Mr. Glover has been very kind,” said Annis gravely. “He has been very good to my mother, and he has gone to a great deal of trouble in his search for my father.”
“Well, I hope he doesn’t find him,” said Wilson. Annis turned and regarded him fixedly. “That is very kind of you,” she said with severity.
“I want to find him myself,” said Wilson, closely watching the river; “and you know why.”
“I must get back,” said Annis, without contesting the statement.
Wilson felt his courage oozing, and tried to hint at what he dared not say. “I should like you to treat me the same as you do Mr. Glover,” he said nervously.
“I’ll do that with pleasure,” said Annis promptly. In spite of herself her lips quivered and her eyes danced.