at all? No, he would continue as he had begun. Doubtless he would be
discovered ere long, but would not anticipate the event."

The forest was beginning to take on its autumnal tints, but Mr.
Henley's conscience barred his thorough enjoyment of the scene. They
followed the bank of a brook where wild ivy and rhododendrons
clustered. They climbed steep places and descended others, and
crossed a little river, where rocks and a rushing torrent made the
ford seem dangerous. It was lonely, but exquisitely beautiful, and
the mountain ridges closed about them on every hand.

The twilight was rapidly giving way to the soft illumination of a
full moon; and it was not until Paul noticed this, that he began to
ask himself, "Where are we going?" He could not put the question to
the girl, and expose his ignorance of a matter which he might
reasonably be supposed to know.

After a prolonged silence, Henley ventured to observe that he had
never been in the State of Virginia before, hoping that the remark
might lead to some information from his driver; but she only looked
at him with a wondering expression, and after a minute, with eyebrows
lifted, said:

"And I have never been out of it."

Paul would have liked to pursue the conversation, but did not know
how to do it. So far from gaining any information, he felt that he
was sinking deeper in the mire. "After all," he reflected, "there are
worse things in life than being run away with by a pretty girl, even
if one doesn't happen to know exactly where she is taking him, and