"If you are walking back to Dillsborough," he said, "maybe you'll let me go a little way with you ?" "I was going round the house with Mr.Morton," she said timidly.
"Perhaps I can join you ?" said he, bobbing his head at the other man.
"If you intended to walk back with Mr.Twentyman--," began Morton.
"But I didn't," said the poor girl, who in truth understood more of it all than did either of the two men.

"I didn't expect him, and I didn't expect you.

It's a pity I can't go both ways, isn't it ?" she added, attempting to appear cheerful.
"Come back, Mary," said Kate; "we've had walking enough, and shall be awfully tired before we get home." Mary had thought that she would like extremely to go round the house with her old friend and have a hundred incidents of her early life called to her memory.

The meeting with Reginald Morton had been altogether pleasant to her.

She had often felt how much she would have liked it had the chance of her life enabled her to see more frequently one whom as a child she had so intimately known.