He went to her and asked her to remain until he had finished his game, in order that he might see her home.
She thanked him, but said, rather abruptly for her, that she must go at once, and, heedless of what he or others might think, went hastily across the park to Rowland.
'That's the way the wind blows, is it ?' said Owen to himself, whilst a frown gathered on his open forehead.
Rowland was unconscious of the approach of Gladys, and was startled from his trance by the words,-- 'Mr Rowland, sir, I think the mistress will be expecting you home.' He looked at her half unconsciously for a moment, and then rousing himself, said,-- 'Oh! Gladys, is it you?
Yes, I will go directly.

Where?
Home?
Of course it is time.

I will walk with you.' These were the only words spoken between the pair.

Rapidly he strode down the avenue, inwardly resolving never to enter it again; as rapidly along the road that led to the farm, until he reached the house, with Gladys breathless by his side.
'I am afraid I have walked too quickly, Gladys, I am very sorry.

I was anxious to get home, I do not feel very well.' With these words he hurried through the passage, and was going to his room, when his father met him and called him into the parlour.