I don't think you are annoyed with me for giving you my company unasked.

But why don't you say something ?" I asked Miss de Barral what answer she made to this query.
"I made no answer," she said in that even, unemotional low voice which seemed to be her voice for delicate confidences.

"I walked on.

He did not seem to mind.

We came to the foot of the quarry where the road winds up hill, past the place where you were sitting by the roadside that day.
I began to wonder what I should do.