But the Baroness made no answer, and he followed her.
"I came this way to look at your garden," she said, walking back to the gate, over the grass.

"But I must go." "Let me at least go with you." He went with her, and they said nothing till they reached the gate.

It was open, and they looked down the road which was darkened over with long bosky shadows.

"Must you go straight home ?" Acton asked.
But she made no answer.

She said, after a moment, "Why have you not been to see me ?" He said nothing, and then she went on, "Why don't you answer me ?" "I am trying to invent an answer," Acton confessed.
"Have you none ready ?" "None that I can tell you," he said.