Who'd have thought that awkward, quiet fellow would win?
I will see you home, Anne, if you must go." Miss Ashton coloured vividly with embarrassment.

In the present state of affairs, she did not know whether that might be permitted: poor Val was out of favour at the Rectory.

He detected the feeling, and it tended to vex him more and more.
"Nonsense, Anne! The veto has not yet been interposed, and they can't kill you for allowing my escort.

Stay here if you like: if you go, I shall see you home." It was quite imperative that she should go, for dinner at Hartledon was that evening fixed for seven o'clock, and there would be little enough time to dress and return again.

They set out, walking side by side.