"Are you staying in this place ?" "I am staying at Engelthal, some ten miles away; I walked over." "Are you alone ?" "I am with Mr.Hudson." "Is he here with you ?" "He went half an hour ago to climb a rock for a view." "And his mother and that young girl, where are they ?" "They also are at Engelthal." "What do you do there ?" "What do you do here ?" said Rowland, smiling.
"I count the minutes till my week is up.

I hate mountains; they depress me to death.

I am sure Miss Garland likes them." "She is very fond of them, I believe." "You believe--don't you know?
But I have given up trying to imitate Miss Garland," said Christina.
"You surely need imitate no one." "Don't say that," she said gravely.

"So you have walked ten miles this morning?
And you are to walk back again ?" "Back again to supper." "And Mr.Hudson too ?" "Mr.Hudson especially.

He is a great walker." "You men are happy!" Christina cried.