What if Sol should have followed them thither, as Richard had followed _her!_ What if her father should have heard her leave his roof, as Richard had, or should miss her from it--and--oh shame!--_miss him!_ "Home! home!" she cried.

"Let me go home." And she looked so wild with fright that he durst not hinder her.

Hardly could he keep pace with her along the winding path, with such frantic speed she ran.

At the stile she forbade him to accompany her farther.
"What! leave you to walk alone, and at such an hour, my darling ?" It was nearly two o'clock.
"Why not ?" she cried, turning upon him fiercely.

"I am afraid of none but you, and of those whom I should love, but of whom you make me afraid." Then up the white road she glided like a ghost.
Richard watched her with anxious eyes as long as he could, then sat upon the stile, a prey to apprehensions.