"How do you like living in the city?"

"I? -- I don't know. I have never lived there."

"Have you lived here?"

"Yes."

The tone was perfectly self-possessed and equally dry. He
tried her again.

"My brother says you have a very pleasant place."

There was no answer at all this time. Winthrop gave it up as a
bad business.

It had grown nearly dark. She hurried on, as much as was
consistent with a pace perfectly steady. About half a mile
from the village she came to a full stop, and looked towards
him, almost for the first time.

"You can leave me now. I can see the light in the windows."

"Not yet," said Winthrop smiling -- "Mr. Glanbally would hardly
think I had done my duty."

"Mr. Glanbally needn't trouble himself about me! He has
nothing to do with it. This is far enough."