The days passed without her doing so, and at last Rowland walked away to an isolated eminence some five miles from the inn and murmured to the silent rocks that she was ungrateful.

Listening nature seemed not to contradict him, so that, on the morrow, he asked the young girl, with an infinitesimal touch of irony, whether it struck her that his deflection from his Florentine plan had been attended with brilliant results.
"Why, we are delighted that you are with us!" she answered.
He was anything but satisfied with this; it seemed to imply that she had forgotten that she had solemnly asked him to come.

He reminded her of her request, and recalled the place and time.

"That evening on the terrace, late, after Mrs.Hudson had gone to bed, and Roderick being absent." She perfectly remembered, but the memory seemed to trouble her.

"I am afraid your kindness has been a great charge upon you," she said.