Glanbally," said the little lady rather impatiently, and still
not glancing at her promised escort.

"But it's better, Miss Elizabeth" --

"No sir, it isn't."

"Your father will like it better, I know. This is Mr. Landholm
-- the brother of the Mr. Landholm you used to see last summer,
-- you remember."

Elizabeth looked at her guard, as if she had no mind to
remember anybody of the name, and without more ado left the
room. Winthrop understanding that he was to follow, did so,
and with some difficulty brought himself up alongside of the
little lady, for she had not tarried for him and was moving on
at a smart pace. Her way led them presently out of the village
and along a lonely country road. Winthrop thought he was not a
needless convenience at that hour; but it was doubtful what
his little charge thought. She took no manner of notice of
him. Winthrop thought he would try to bring her out, for he
was playing the part of a shadow too literally.

"You are a good walker, Miss Elizabeth."

A slight glance at him, and no answer.

"Do you often go out alone so late?"

"Whenever I want to."