"I know.

That's Playmore, your father's place.

Loyland Towers is between here and there.

Which way were you going there ?" "Round to the left," he said, puzzled, but agreeable.
"Then we must say good-bye, because I go to the right.

That's my nearest way." "Well, if that's your nearest way, I'm going with you," he said, "because--well, because--because--" "If you won't talk very much!" she rejoined with a little air of instinctive coquetry.
"I don't want to talk.