"Scents carry one back to all sorts of memories."
"I know. I always like a bowl of wild flowers in my room."
"Are you going back to Stonehanger?"
She threw a quick and watchful look at him.
"Yes."
"Then I will turn back with you."
She seemed uneasy and perplexed. The half-scared look in her dark eyes touched him. What was she afraid of, and why did she glance at him in that queer, disturbing way? He began to relent, to lose himself in the world of her presence.
"You know that—my father——"
"I know that he does not want me at Stonehanger."
He dismounted, and set himself at her side.